#but like. *has* to? probably Chase. he lives in a Demon and is renovating a house (the demon) on his own

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The Bros Visit the Human World

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You bring the bros to the human world for a little get-away and they develop some interesting habits.

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Lucifer

He’s the restless one that doesn’t sleep well. It takes a night or two to get comfortable and sleep normally.

Lucifer will probably be the first one up. Not only out of habit, but you’re in the human world so he’ll see the sun again

Being away from Diavolo and the responsibilities actually makes him seem like a stranger. Everyone forgets who he is outside of that because he’s so dedicated.

If you’re around a lot of nature, he’ll just casually stroll around. Almost like he’s forgotten what grass, trees, and flowers look like. He loves to spend time in the sun and just breathe the air.

Have pets? He’s partial to cats and well-behaved dogs.

Surprisingly, he’ll be the type to chase birds off of anything half-wounded or put birds back into their nests

At some point you’ll find him on the roof, wings out and sunning

Take him to livestock stores or somewhere like Tractor Supply Co. and he’ll be super tempted to smuggle a baby chick out in his pocket.

Loathes most human TV. Can’t bring himself to be interested until you bust out bible-history related documentaries. If he finds one he’ll take control of the TV, watch it all, and rip it to pieces.

Kind of develops a complex about it. “What would these humans know?! They’ve only been around for, what, forty years? Try five thousand!”

Take him by the coffee shops or smoothie shops to try decadent treats! He secretly likes them!

Mammon

Sleeps easier than Lucifer but has a tough time because the noises are different

If you have an open field or bigger back yard, his favorite thing to do is stand there and watch birds come to him. It surprises him that he can summon more than crows

Boy will definitely throw on a sunhat (or some cool glasses) and ask you what you feed birds around your place. Stands out in your yard throwing bird seed like the birds are starving and he’s got a million bags.

The type to fight squirrels and chase them out of your yard or away from feeders because “It’s not FOR you!”

If you live somewhere more laid-back he’ll feel very restless. He’s drawn to bigger, busier places.

IMMEDIATELY asks you about restaurants and things to do (”What’cha got? What’s good? Anything fun around here?”)

Gets super frustrated by shows like Storage Wars but it eerily good at appraising the value of stuff at a glance. Often guesses the real value of the objects

Show him Antique Roadshow. He’ll LOSE. HIS. SHIT.

He’ll ask to go by places like pawn shops and jewelers to just look at the different things humans trade or want to save up for. Can probably get discounts on the stuff.

Bring this guy when shopping for jewelry. He has an innate gift for appraising and can see flaws. He knows when you’re being played.

Want to be a little mean? Get those chocolate treasure chest coins and give one to Beel first. Mammon might just have a heart attack.

Definitely goes on a rant about how making chocolate money is wrong. (”Why make a currency you can’t spend?!”)

Make the visit special by getting some type of matching jewelry--earrings, rings, necklaces--and he’ll wear it around.

Take him by pet stores where they’ll let the birds out of cages, he’ll make kissy noises and love on all of them. Will definitely try to smuggle one out.

He’ll spend whole days in parks when he realizes you can park it on a bench and feed birds. Birds that don’t always get food!

Don’t show him water fountains. He doesn’t get the concept of people tossing coins in and will definitely try to take them by posing as a cleaner or something

Taking him by a museum is a 50/50 gamble. He’s genuinely interested in the displays and setup but might try to steal something   

Do you have a way to watch The Road to El Dorado? Show it to Mammon. He’ll love it.

Leviathan

Unless you live by some cute cafes, comic book stores, or video game retailers he probably won’t do much on his visit

Do you have a pool? He changed his mind. Might gripe about the chlorine messing with his skin though.

If you only have access to a community pool he refuses to do anything with it

Take him to the beach if you live near one. He’ll ALWAYS go for ocean water!

Because the Devildom is the Devildom, I bet they don’t have Ghibli movies. Maybe they have knock-offs, or they’re considered rare because they’re human world related, but have a Ghibli marathon with him! He’ll love it! It won’t be Ruri-chan levels of love, but he’ll stan and want to buy some stuff

Can you make boba tea at home or swing by a coffee shop that makes a close substitute? Take him! He’ll like it! Levi may complain about it not being authentic but he’ll secretly appreciate it

He likes savory food and junk food so take him by a dollar store and get some cheap chips and sodas. It’ll be interesting to try. Maybe he can make a Deviltube video about trying human food!

Levi also strikes me as someone who would like nachos, so maybe grab him some nachos!

Do they know about the Doritos and Mountain Dew thing in the Devildom? He might want those. (”Look, I’m like the human gamers!”)

Levi runs a little colder than his brothers (by Devildom standards) so take him around to feel on blankets and maybe get one to take back to the Devildom.

Satan

Has a great love for books (obviously) and a great disdain for Devildom bookstores that charge an arm and a leg for human finds. TAKE HIM BY BOOKSTORES AND LET HIM LIVE IN HIS NATURAL ENVIRONMENT!

The type to bring an extra suitcase just for books

Is actually quite a homebody because he has no connections in the human world (besides you), so he’s fine to sit and read his new finds.

Do you have books at home? What are your favorites? He’ll read them, too, while he’s here

Show him some kind of crime channel or crime YouTuber and he’s 100% obsessed. Binges them like Netflix

Will wave you over and demand you sit, tangling your legs together as you lean back and speculate on who the murder is and what happens since most of those TV episodes are an hour long

Loves anything psychological-based. Wants to understand why people do things and how they work. Show things like Criminal Minds and Mind Games. He’ll be SUPER interested.

Do you have cats? You’ll see Satan whispering them and holding them against his shoulder. He’s in love and might be planning to steal your cat.

Taking him by animal shelters makes him a little sad but he’ll be glad to play with all the cats at one time.

Don’t tell him that, to most humans, Lucifer and Satan are the same figure in the Bible. He just might lose his shit.

Does your town have history/mystery tours? Take him! It’s a two-in-one and he loves it! History and culture, mystery and crime!

Show Satan Cinderella. He’ll get the BIGGEST laugh out of the cat being called Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Like Mammon, will ask you about aesthetic places and things to do

In a rare moment of not hating Mammon, the two will gossip at the jewelry stores and be really critical. Mammon stops Asmo from making bad purchases

Show him around some makeup stores! He’d LOVE to see human products!

If you take him by ANY store with clothes, he will look, pick, feel, analyze, and try things on for the hell of it. It will be an all-day thing

Human fashion takes off more than he expected on the Devilgram, so he’ll buy a few things.

When he realizes makeup stores give free makeovers, he’ll use that to his advantage. Especially by charming people

Goes on a small kick of charming people to get what he wants because Lucifer only ever told him he couldn’t do it to YOU. It’s a new level of fawning and attention and he eats it up

If he sees a cute Starbucks drink on TV, he wants it.

If you show him Pinterest or Instagram, he’s glued to a device and saving things.

By the time everyone goes back to the Devildom he has a tiny notebook full of ideas and details--ways to recreate it in the Devildom

Gets several modeling offers and you (or one of the bros) has to pull him away, It’s not happening.

Unexpectedly into unboxing videos and calligraphy. Lives for pretty hand writing and is fascinated by bullet journaling even though he’s too lazy to maintain one

Show him soap operas/dramas and celebrity entertainment channels. He won’t know what to believe.

If he sees shows like Jerry Springer, Maury, Jeremy Kyle, or Judge Judy he live-streams them like ‘can you believe what crazy things happen in the human world?!’

Beelzebub

The dollar store is his heaven! ALL THIS FOOD FOR A DOLLAR?!

I personally think that human food is less calorically dense so he’ll need to eat a lot. Take him by fast food places that have cheap dollar menus or five dollar deals

If you go to a restaurant with a ‘finish in ‘x’ amount of a minutes and it’s free!’ do it. He’ll set a record

Beel learns about all you can eat buffets and gives you puppy eyes until you take him to one. At least you’ll get your money’s worth!

Don’t take him by a real grocery store. He’ll bankrupt you. Or eat all the free samples.

He’s interested in cooking shows but if he watches them you’ll have to clean up a lot of drool, give him something to eat while he’s watching, or stop him from absently grabbing the closest thing and trying to eat it

Is super into renovation shows and technical shows where people work with their hands. It’s like sports of the mind.

Not as interested in watching American football because he’ll critique it too much. Any other sport, he’ll find it interesting and want to know how it works.

Show him old Olympic footage. He’s surprised at the variety of sports and will watch the whole thing

Will also enjoy Ghibli movies. How do they make food look like that?!

This boy is a Disney princess in a demon body. If he sees any critters while he’s out and about (ANY), he’ll want to try and feed it or pet it

Bugs are drawn to him. He especially likes caterpillars and butterflies.

Beel likes to hunt for ladybugs.

Likes to “donate” to ant hills and watch them work,

Likes to watch nature documentaries about different animals

If you take him to the zoo, he’ll marvel at the different animals. Wants to wrestle a tiger and the bigger animals to see if he’ll win. It looks “fun.”

Belphegor

When he hears about mattress stores, that’s his thing. That’s what he wants you to do together. Belphie will literally lay on as many mattresses as possible and judge them

He may not have a hard time sleeping as long as he has his favorite pillow, but, for kicks, show him ASMR. Beel’s not the only one who drools!

Will definitely fall asleep outside in the sun. Any place is a good place for a nap, and to look up and see clouds is special

Spend a night outside under the human sky. It’s constellations and things he only ever gets to see in the star room

Will watch just about anything on TV. He’ll say he doesn’t have a preference but he likes those happy, soft movies that have gentle endings where everything turns out okay. Actually cries a little.

If he learns what Snorlax is from Pokemon, he’ll want one. A big Snorlax plushy to cuddle and sleep on/with!

If he hears the word “demon” uttered on TV he’s instantly hooked. What stupid thing do these humans think? THAT’S their version of a demon?!

Can you take him to see real cows? He’d really like that.

The type to make flower chains in the grass because he’s bored. Gives his first one to Beel and falls asleep before he can make another one.

Loves milkshakes unironically. Will slink out of bed and come along on any errands/brother outings if he can get one out of you.

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Hope everyone is partying (by yourself, spiritually, or with people, all are totally fine) well into the Christmas weekend! I am back with even more recs (I’ll prolly give it a rest at the 10th one sorry for the spam guys)! This one I just finished a few days ago, because CHINA BOOKSTORE PUBLISHED THIS ON CHRISTMAS WITH MANY GOODIES!! And I was like oh cute long-hair dude, let me read this.

Anyway this is a fengshui + supernatural + body-switching type of novel, with a heavy focus on fengshui! I don’t know if everyone knows what fengshui is (I will prolly do a list for Chinese New Year) and I am no expert, but it’s basically like Chinese geomancy where you can calculate a person’s fate, wealth, marriage suitability etc. with things in an individual’s environment. 

So a lot of Chinese people, for example businessmen when they have new offices or when couples renovate their homes, they may get a feng shui master to arrange furniture and add crystals or talismans or whatever to increase wealth/prosperity/happiness or harmonize bad energy etc., just an example. When you want to check the compatibility of yourself and your SO, some people do go to the fengshui master and calculate their 八字 (day, hour, time they were born + other things) to see when is an auspicious day to marry etc. 

My ex-editor really believes in feng shui masters because hers really predicted a year that her husband got into hugeee trouble like almost to the day itself apparently. And she always wear an accessory with a snake on it because the master said

Written by the same author (Xi Zi Xu) who wrote Kaleidoscope of Death!

- Part of Min’s ‘Why You Should Read’ Series -

Summary:

This book is set in the normal, regular, law-abiding modern city world where fengshui is heavily believed in, and skilled masters can see spirits, bad energies. Where dogs can be reincarnated as humans, and there are demonic pets that humans can keep, and paper dolls can come to life basically.

Zhou Jia Yu is a government office worker who dies in a car accident one day, and wakes up in the body of another Zhou Jia Yu - a handsome man whose name is the same as his. He’s brought back by this spirit bird in his head called Ji Ba (pun not intended), who says that Zhou Jia Yu is fated to save Lin Zhu Shui, the young, blind fengshui master who has caught him.

Unfortunately, this second Zhou Jia Yu is a con-artist who has cheated the money of several families via fraudulent fengshui schemes, and his scams have led to the death of several children in the process. Legendary fengshui master Lin Zhu Shui and his disciples have caught/imprisoned this Zhou Jia Yu, not knowing that original conman Zhou Jia Yu has died (and therefore his soul is gone), leaving good citizen Zhou Jia Yu in the body of a conman.

Lin Zhu Shui intends to kill conman Zhou Jia Yu (not really kill, kill but probably will do something to his soul, considering there are laws against murder you know) when good citizen Zhou Jia Yu wakes up in this body, but because he has come back from the dead, his body and soul is considered an extremely yin (cold) body, which allows him to attract more bad spirits and energy, giving him an extraordinary, gifted ability to excel in the fengshui line. Of course, being the master that he is, Lin Zhu Shui also realizes that this Zhou Jia Yu (and his soul, in particular) is not the one he caught, and as he has an extremely yang (hot) body, the both of them are compatible with each other. Lin Zhuo Shui realizes that he can train Zho Jia Yu and then takes him on as his disciple.

Cue Zhou Jia Yu being tossed into a dangerous fengshui competition as he figures out just what Ji Ba wants him to do about Lin Zhu Shui. In the meanwhile, he falls in love with amazingly handsome, cool and aloof Lin Zhu Shui (who threatens to murder him if he doesn’t come out first in the competition), who keeps him warm when he gets unbearably cold due to his body condition. They also have to deal with an evil person working behind the scenes, and how Zhou Jia Yu eventually returns back into his own body at the end.

Read:

Novel (Online) | Novel (Print) - Dec 2020 Print | Novel Translations 

Characters:

1. 周嘉鱼 Zhou Jia Yu (third from right) - A really cute government office worker whose soul was pulled into a conman’s body, who has the same name as he, when he got into a car accident. Has an extremely yin (cold) body which attracts spirits (good and bad), and allows him to see, smell or hear them more clearly than everyone else except for Lin Zhu Shui. He cooks extremely well too and is considered a treasure in the household by Lin Zhu Shui’s other disciples because none of them can cook for shit. They don’t initially know that this Zhou Jia Yu is not conman Zhou Jia Yu, although they suspect it, and once they fall in love with his cooking no one doubts him anymore HAHAHA.

He gets a feng shui tattoo personally done by Lin Zhu Shui who already knows that his soul was switched, a tattoo which is supposed to help him in feng shui matters. Gets a paper doll son halfway through the story, who he calls Xiao Zhi (little paper), which calls him Dad (and calls Lin Zhu Shui Big Dad - da baba) ;-; It’s the cutest shit ever.

There’s a mystical creature in the back of his head that speaks to him and helps him out on certain feng shui things, and helps him to explain what he’s seeing, but aside from telling Jia Yu that he’s supposed to save Lin Zhu Shui, the mystical bird thing is unable to tell him anything else. Within a few weeks of him waking up in this body, he’s sent by Lin Zhu Shui on an international feng shui competition without having any sort of basic knowledge, only innate talent, much to his panic XD As Lin Zhu Shui continues to protect him, teach him and tease/smile at him, Jia Yu, who is certified gay af, falls totally in love with the seemingly aloof and strict feng shui master.

They probably would have continued like this if not for Jia Yu’s body deteriorating because his body is technically not his and not compatible with his soul, and Lin Zhu Shui tries to find a way to save him, after seeing the future where Jia Yu’s body is rotting as he dies slowly over months and begging Lin Zhu Shui to kill him and let him die.

2. 林逐水 Lin Zhu Shui (third from left, right next to Jia Yu) - Long-haired, wears changshan perpetually and is blind, but can see more clearly than most people. He knows where everyone’s positions are exactly, and can see spirits etc. very well despite being blind. Considered a genius of the feng shui world and is the patriarch of one of the big feng shui families in the world - the Lin family. He’s a master at drawing talismans, carving crystals/gems and feng shui tattooing.

He’s so well-known that everyone wants to be his disciple, everyone wants to get a talisman/crystal/tattoo from him, everyone wants him to come and look at their houses, but he can’t be bothered with most people. He’s also super handsome? So a lot of girls (and guys) are always drooling over him.

He has an extremely yang (hot) body, which is supposed to naturally help to repel spirits and what not, but because of this he suffers a lot in the summer. His body condition is very rare and when he was younger, others said he would not live past 18 years old, and his parents gave up their lives to change his fate so he would survive. The feng shui master also predicted that Lin Zhu Shui would experience another calamity when he was 30 (thereabout), and that year, thankfully he has Jia Yu as his entire house caught on fire in the summer while he was in it (and cooling talismans and the house item placements meant to keep the house entirely cool in the summer were no longer working). Jia Yu helped him to cool down with his incredibly yin body.

Knows right off the bat that this is a different Jia Yu, and starts teaching him as one of his disciples. Can only eat the food hat Jia Yu cooks because his yin qualities transfer to the food he cooks as well, and Lin Zhu Shui usually cannot eat anything else that’s cooked outside. Gives Jia Yu a carved jade pendant he made himself that’s apparently worth thousands of dollars to keep him safe, and is a dumbass when it comes to confessing to Jia Yu hahahaha (although he’s successful at the end!)

3. 沈一穷 Shen Yi Qiong (second from right, dark skin tone) - Lin Zhu Shui’s youngest disciple and also Jia Yu’s best friend, technically. Brash but smart, and is always thirsting openly after his shifu Lin Zhu Shui, it’s hilarious! He’s a little jealous in the beginning because his shifu is showering Jia Yu with so much attention when he’s only been around for a week etc., but quickly gets used to it and supports Jia Yu. Jia Yu always makes fun of his tanned skin, then makes fun of his singlehood HAHA, while Shen Yi Qiong provides emotional support to Jia Yu, and by emotional support I mean when Jia Yu asks him what will happen to him if he loses the feng shui competition, Shen Yi Qiong pats him on the shoulder and asks him to choose a vase/pot pattern (like a ceramic pot where you put cremated ashes) = shifu will kill him if he loses the competition, so gets Jia Yu to choose a pot he likes so Shen Yi Qiong can help him put his ashes in HAHAHAHA. He is the last one to find a significant other, but the one he finds is like a legendary mystical creature who half deceives him into promising to marry him and then keeps chasing after Shen Yi Qiong so he can marry him XD

4. 林珏 Lin Jue (first from left) - Lin Zhu Shui’s cousin but technically his older sister because she brought him up after his parents died. Spends most of the novel being sad about her past lover who died because of an illness, and is wooed a few years later by a legendary golden dragon.

5. 小纸 Xiao Zhi (that little cute white thing on top of Jia Yu’s head) - A paper doll who’s given to Jia Yu after he helps out at the paper doll village/tribe, and grows up with Jia Yu and Lin Zhu Shui taking care of him. Is the cutest little shit ever, can speak, and calls Jia Yu ‘baba’ and Lin Zhu Shui ‘da baba’ i.e. dad and big dad. Very strong, and can protect Jia Yu very well.

Other Things I Like in the Novel:

Jia Yu basically goes to the feng shui competition and destroys everyone else because he’s just gifted in this aspect - When he wakes up, and in the days leading up to the competition, he doesn’t have a cellphone (Lin Zhu Shui and his disciples live in a remote part of town, a traditional-type house, one with nature) and after he wins the competition, other people want his phone number to contact him and he’s too embarrassed to say that he’s basically too poor to have a phone after rising from the dead, so he bluffs everyone and says “My shifu says that handphone signals and radiation will interfere with advanced feng shui readings so I don’t have one” and LITERALLY half of the feng shui training population gets rid of their phones on that day, gullible af

Everytime Jia Yu runs cold, he has to drink some of Lin Zhu Shui’s blood mixed with water/milk, and the man’s yang blood warms him up immediately

Jia Yu has to deal with four of Lin Zhu Shui’s disciples, all who are really suspicious of him because they think he’s the conman, and Jia Yu doesn’t realize they already know it’s not him until they defend him in front of other people, and he’s so touched

Shen Yi Qiong gets his marriage fortune told during one of the cases by accident. He asks when he’ll get married, and the thing replies “Seven Three” AND HE’S SO DEPRESSED BECAUSE he thinks that it means he’ll only get married when he’s 73. It’s a source of jokes between him, his other shixiongs and Jia Yu, but then towards the end he realizes what it means - His supposed match, a legendary mystical male weasel who’s 73 years old XD

Jia Yu keeps thirsting after Lin Zhu Shui, fully aware that he’s very gay himself, and he’s confessed to while he’s stuck in the haze of a high fever, so he thinks it’s a dream. Lin Zhu Shui doesn’t realize he forgot/thinks it’s a dream and is pissed that he’s rejected HAHAHA and then Lin Jue reminds him to not be a dumbass and confess properly, and so he does so again in an empty amusement park, after summoning evil spirits so they can fly in the air and make a heart shape just for Jia Yu while they’re on the ferris wheel XDDDD

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Beauty and the Beast AU - Demon!Dean Winchester

We'll see how this goes! I'm using she/her pronouns for this fic, just to keep it like the original story.

Characters (As they appear): Fem!reader, reader’s father, Gabriel, Metatron, Michael, Zachariah, Demon!Dean

Summary: You are seen as the oddball around town, you're into books and other nerdy things that the small town you were raised in just don't get. You dream of going on the road and having adventures, but it's unlikely you can because you don't have a lot of money. Your father runs a house renovating business and goes to a job in the spooky abandoned house in the woods. You see where I'm going from here.

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Legend tells of of a town, just like one you may know. There was a hero known through out the land for his selflessness and his righteousness. But in times of great peril he sought help from a dark force to go against a greater evil, Cain. With the help of an unlikely accomplice, the hero took the Mark of Cain. The Mark turned our hero into a dangerous foe, scaring family and friends with his unpredictability. But our hero lost the fight against the evil Metatron and died. In a turn of events our hero rose from the grave, but he was not the same person. His eyes black as night and powers beyond anything anyone had ever seen. He began to burn and pillage anything he could find in the name of destruction. His friends and family chased him down into an abandoned house in the woods. With the help of divine intervention everyone in the house was trapped. As our hero lives with the Mark he will fall deeper and deeper into the darkness, farther from his humanity. His brother has a cure, but fears what our hero is capable of. Our hero hides alone in the house, isolating himself from those he cared for most. Only true love could tame him and bring back his humanity. But who could ever love a beast?

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Did I think I was still going to be in this tiny town after I graduated college? No. But here I was. In the same tiny room, in the same tiny house, in the same tiny town. I suppose it would have to do until I found a job I didn't despise and made enough money doing side jobs so I could leave this place. My father and I shared this tiny house. One bedroom, one bathroom, one basement. I was given the office space in the house for my room. It was small and crowded, but I had to say it had its perks. Well, more singular: perk. One entire wall was bookshelves to house my many, many books. Majority fiction. If I couldn't have adventures on my own, I would join other characters on theirs.

I had woken up, fifteen minutes before my alarm, as usual. My dad said it was from stress, but I wasn't really stressed too much. Not really. The only thing that stressed me out was the fact that I was going into town for the farmer’s market and I wanted to avoid two certain individuals. I got dressed, I had been going for a more boho vibe lately, so today it was a long, floral skirt, black T-shirt, and some slip on sneakers. It was still warm out so I wanted to take advantage of it. Late September weather was unpredictable. The local weather station was talking about snow in the coming weeks and I really wasn't prepared for that to start.

I grabbed my large flannel bag and made my way too the kitchen. Dad was leaning against the counter, reading the local paper.

"Morning, pops." I called, "Any spicy gossip?" Small towns meant gossip was put into the newspaper, which I couldn't decide was terrible or not considering everyone knew about it anyway.

"Oh you bet, there's two sections worth of business about the monkshood going missing all over town. Which... I don't see how that's relevant." He said, taking a gulp from his coffee.

"Sounds like the resident werewolf was having none of it." I joked. Then something caught my eye, cupcakes on the counter.

"Oh did someone get a special delivery?" I winked, bumping hips with him. His face went red, he started scratching his beard to distract himself.

"Uh na- oh yeah. Mrs. Barber dropped them off this morning. Said she had some left over from the bake sale at the high school." He lied.

"It's Ms. Barber, dad. And she definitely has a thing for you. Why don't you give her a wink every once in a while?" I said, leaning over and taking one from the tray.

"Oh I don't know..." He said. Ever since mom left us, he's been nervous about getting back into the dating scene.

"Just sayin'." I shrugged and made my way out the door.

"What's the cupcake for? It's 10am?" He called as I shut the door. The cupcake was for our mail man. The man had an incredible sweet tooth. He was a huge patron of the bakery. And right on time, here came the mail truck. The only mail truck at our post office.

"Hey Gabe!" I smiled as he parked. He got out, smoothing back his brown hair. He had a smile that was contagious.

"Hey there, (Y/N). Is that for me?" He pointed to the cupcake in my hand.

"Of course, anything for my favorite messenger." He chuckled, taking it and replacing my empty hand with our mail.

"You spoil me." He smiled and took a bite. "So uh, where ya off too?" He leaned against the front end.

"Farmer's market and the library."

"So veggies and the same book you always get?" He said, licking his fingers of frosting.

"I don't need your judgement." I rolled my eyes, starting to make my way towards town.

"Thanks again!" He said, getting into his truck and continuing on his route.

I waved back, making my way past the neighboring houses and into the heart of town. The whole town was out and about. Everyone I passed seemed to look and whisper, it was the reality we lived in. I was the girl whose mom left without a trace. I was the girl who lived in her own little world of books and fantasies. I was different and odd compared to everyone else. But that was okay... Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

The main Street was blocked off for the market. I crossed the street and pushed open the door to the library. It was a small shop, there were a few shelves and a register. In the back corner was a reading nook with a soft recliner chair that I knew very well and probably had my butt print in it. After I set my last read in the return box, I made my way towards the section I was looking for. The book had no title and no author, just a single rose on the front. I think that's what drew me to it. It was a story about a guy and girl who meet and she doesn't realize that he is her true love. I could quote this book, it was my favorite. Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise. I held it close to me and moved towards the front where the librarian sat. He was an older man, a little odd looking but didn't seem like he could do any harm. He had told me his name was Met. A little strange but who was I to judge. He was hunched over on the desk, looking down through the glasses at the end of his nose. Met said he had read every book in the library more that 5 times which is why I think we got along.

"Good morning, Met." I greeted him, setting the book and my library card on the counter.

"That book again?" He said, not even looking up from his book.

"I can't help it. It's my favorite." I grinned, I couldn't wait to get my hands on it again.

"You know what? Just keep it. No charge." He said, looking up at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

"What? No, I couldnt-" I started. I hated that I was refusing but I just couldn't take it.

"I insist. You've read that book more than I have, which is saying something. I know you'll give it a good home." He smiled. I took the book and hugged it close.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I gushed, carefully sliding the book in my bag, "I'll see you around!" He waved as I left the shop, a new spring in my step.

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There were the usual crowd in the market. The baker, the various farmers and Crafters. I made my way, stall to stall, chatting and picking up a few things. I preferred shopping this way, I could help out the community and get fresh produce, win win. The only issue was I accidentally made eye contact with the town pretty boy, Michael and his goon Zach.

Michael was the town hero. He was a good hunter and all around charmer. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Meaning every girl in town was in love with him. Except me, considering that I think getting by on your looks and being macho wouldn't be a great match for me, who finds more attraction in personality and, well, a brain. He and his goon Zach were odd friends, considering Zach looked like he was old enough to be Michael's father. Michael had this odd obsession with the fact that I wasn't obsessed with him. I had heard from the rumor mill that he had a crush on me and no thank you.

I quickly darted through the crowd, hoping he couldn't follow. I circled back towards my house. But as soon as I made it to the drive way:

"Hello, (Y/N)." Michael said, he was laying on the charm early this time. He was also, right behind me. I turned, holding onto my bag.

"Hello, Michael." I smiled stiffly. If I kept things short, maybe he would go away.

"Listen, I was thinking that we should go back to my place and talk. I havea few things I would like to dicuss." I clicked my tongue, stepping away from him.

"Maybe another time. I have to help my dad with a few things."

"Heh, that guy needs all the help he can get!" Zach laughed.

"Hey! Don't talk about my father like that!" I shouted, rolling up my sleeves to punch this dick a new one when Michael stepped forward and punched Zach in the shoulder, "Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" He turned back to me, "Now, I know how you feel about me."

I raised an eyebrow, "You could not possibly have a clue." I continued, "Listen, I gotta go, nice talking to you, bye!" I hurried inside, making sure to lock the door behind me. I set my bag on the counter, carefully placing items in their places when I spotted a note on the counter.

Gone to the old house in the woods. Be home for dinner.

Love Dad.

Dad renovated old houses and made them new. He was just the run of the mill Property Brother, without the twin and real estate practice. The house he was referring to was this huge mansion that was in the woods. It used to be the home of this really rich guy back in colonial times, like pre-America. The guy never had any kids so it was just left to be abandoned and rot. Some people said it was haunted, but who would want to haunt that place? It was falling apart.

I shrugged and went about my day as usual. I made a snack from the delicious apples I got, read a little, tidied up around the house, and made dinner. But... Dad was late. Sure, he had been home late before but never this late. A hour turned into hours. I tried his cell phone but it just went to voice mail each time. So there I was anxiously sitting at the table, my foot about to wear a hole in the carpet from how much it was shaking. I just kept refreshing my messages, hoping that he would text me saying he was late or stuck somewhere.

"That's it." I stood up and gathered my things. I shoved the first aid kit, my phone, and a few other things in my bag before making my way to the garage. It was a two car garage, one spot for dad's work truck and another for my 1999 Thunderbird, a car that definitely did not live up to its name. I started the car, opened the garage and left, almost not pausing to close it.

It was just getting to be dusk, the sky was just beginning to fade to night when I got to the house. When I pulled up the long, winding driveway, far off the road, I saw dad's truck. I opened my door and looked around the car. Maybe he could have slipped and knocked himself out.

"Dad?" I called, looking around. His took box wasn't in the passenger seat, meaning he was probably inside. Holding my bag tightly by the strap I got closer. In the time it had taken to get here, it had chilled significantly. I really should have grabbed a jacket. The house was... Menacing to say the least. The white faded paint was chipping off, the columns on the front porch were near collapse. The wooden stairs creaked as I made my way up to the ajar door.

"Hello?" I called, peaking me head inside. I used my phone flashlight to look around. There was graffiti on the walls from kids who really should take an art class. Their pentagrams could use some work. There was stuff strewn all over. Lots of papers and other things.

"Dad?" I called again but cursed myself when I heard creaking. I am literally that girl in every horror movie. Let's go to the haunted house and call out to someone and then get straight up murdered. I am literally so stupid. I silently crept closer to the stairs, they probably led down to the basement.

"(Y/N)?" I heard dad's voice echo from below.

"Dad!" I called back, rushing down the stairs. As I got lower, the atmosphere seemed to change from a old house to almost a bunker. Metal lined the stair case as I went down further and further.

When I made it to the bottom I looked around in shock. This place was practically brand new. Hardwood floors, nick knacks lining the shelves. There was a kitchenette in the corner with a white marble island.

"(Y/N)!" Dad called again, the sound coming from a narrow hall that led to a bookshelf. I could hear my dad calling from behind it.

"Grab a book!" He shouted.

"A book? What does that-" I started grabbing books, pushing them away to see a door but instead, when I grabbed a copy of Arabian Nights there was a low groan from the wall. I took a step back as the wall swung back to reveal a secret room. It was a circular concrete room and as soon as I walked in goosebumps rose on my arms. Dad was tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

"Dad..." I ran up to him, "Oh thank God you're alright! What happened? Who did this?" I said, moving around him to get at the ropes.

"We gotta get out of here, kid, this guy isn't human. He'll kill us both." He whispered. What kind of an asshole takes a nice guy like my dad and locks him up? A psycho, that's who. My dad coughed, it was wet and loud and too much for my liking.

"God, it's freezing in here, you're going to get sick." I said, finally starting to loosen the ropes.

"Well, well...." I froze at the new voice. It was deep and cocky sounding, "Look what the cat dragged in." I stood up to face this guy. He was just Out of view of the light, all I could see were his nose and the smirk on his face. He was wearing a red button down, dark jeans and boots.

"Look, I don't know who you are or what you want but we don't have anything to give. Please, he's getting sick, you can't keep him here." I pleaded, holding my dad's shoulder to keep up this confidence I was trying to portray.

"What he deserves, breaking into my place, snooping around." The stranger said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"He was just doing his job, this house is abandoned!" I shouted, taking a step forward.

"Baby, please..." Dad whispered urgently, "Just go, it's me he wants, don't let yourself get wrapped up in this."

"I can't leave you here, I won't." I said, crouching down and holding his hands. They were so cold and I could feel him shaking. Dad's eyes were so dull, his teeth were chattering.

Rage built up in my chest as I stood to meet the stranger again.

"Who do you think you are, keeping him here like this?" I spat, "Come into the light, coward."

"(Y/N)!" My dad shouted in a warning voice. The stranger only chuckled and shook his head. He stood up from where he was leaning on the door frame and took a step forward. My jaw tightened and my eyes widened. The only thing I could focus on was his eyes. They were pitch black. No pupil, no Iris, just black. I quickly recovered my glare and stood my ground, even as he came close to me. He smelled off, like rotten eggs. On his arm there was a strange mark that seemed to glow red. In his hand he held a odd weapon. It was the jaw bone of some type of animal attached to a handle. There were even teeth still attached.

"And what do you intend to do with that? Club me until it breaks?" I smirked, again that confidence I was trying to portray. But was intimidation the right choice in this situation? I didn't care. He seemed like another smug asshole that could get whatever he wanted from his looks whoever or whatever he was.

He hummed under his breath, lifting the weapon to his open palm. He dragged it down, and I watched it slice open his palm. But as soon as blood appeared from the cut, it disappeared as if it healed itself.

And confidence gone.

"Look, sweetheart, this isn't about you. But you're doing a number on my patience. So get the hell out." He motioned to the door.

I looked at the door, then back to my father. I couldn't leave him here. No matter how much this guy scared me. I had no other choice.

"Let my dad go, I'll take his place." I said quickly, "Do whatever you want, just let him go."

"No! I won't let you do this." Dad said, leaning forward to struggle.

"I won't let you rot down here. Let me do this." I couldn't look at him in the eye.

The stranger took my chin in his hand, making me meet his eyes, the black void of nothingness. It made me think of death and despair.

"You sure about this?" He asked, he lowered his voice, "You sure you want to take his place?"

I nodded, "Please, let him go." I whispered, my voice was on the verge of shaking. The stranger grinned and let go of my face. He went around my dad with the weapon, in a quick slice, the ropes fell away. He grabbed my dad by the shirt, lifting him from the seat and pulling him to the door.

"Don't hurt him!" I shouted.

"I'll come back for you, (Y/N), I'll get help!" Dad called, his voice fading as the hidden door shut behind them.

Oh God...

I slowly sat on the chair, the dread setting in.

"What have I done?"

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Haunted Castle Chapter One

Summary: Green and his little sister Zelda move into an old castle that Green managed to buy really cheap because of the ‘ghosts haunting it for a hundred years.’ Green doesn’t believe in ghosts, but when he, Zelda, and their neighbor Vaati notice supernatural things happening in the old castle, that changes.

“Green! Did you get it?” six-year-old Zelda asked, jumping on Green as he walked through the door. Green nodded and Zelda cheered.

“Yep. it was surprisingly really cheap. Cost about as much as a regular house, even though it’s about eight times bigger.” he said.

“Did you ask why?” she asked. Green nodded again, laughing a bit.

“Yeah. the reason was kind of funny in my opinion, and very superstitious.”

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“Are you sure you want to buy my castle?” asked Mr. Gaebora, former owner of the old castle known as Hyrule Castle. Green nodded.

“Yeah, I do. My parents gave me a ridiculously large amount of money, like two million dollars, and my little sister, Zelda, has always wanted to live in a castle. She says it might make her feel like a princess.” he said. Mr. Gaebora shook his head.

“All right. But you can’t live there without knowing what happened a hundred years ago.” Green sat down in one of the chairs in the room and waved a hand at the old man.

“Shoot, tell me. I like stories.” he said.

“A hundred years ago, Hyrule Castle was lively and fun. It was always bustling with servants, and the prince and princess lived happily with their parents and their friends that lived in the castle with them.”

The man showed Green a picture of an old painting from the castle that he kept in his smaller house of a blond girl and boy, the girl wearing a beautiful pink dress and the boy a green tunic with silver lining. To the girl’s side was a boy wearing all purple, violet earrings in his pointed ears and purple cat-like eyes. He wasn’t smiling like the other occupants of the painting, but the painter had managed to capture a happy light in his eyes somehow.

There was a shadowy demon-like figure next to the purple boy, one arm slung around his shoulder. He looked carefree and happy, his grin showing white fangs. His eyes were mismatched, one red and one blue. To the boy’s side at the edge of the painting was a boy who was short and looked young, but dressed in knight’s clothes, silver armor over a blue tunic. The green-clad boy was ruffling the knight’s hair, and they seemed happy.

Behind the prince and princess was a boy a bit shorter than the knight, wearing old servant’s clothes that were a blood red. He was grinning as wide as possible, seeming to cast a happy glow around the other people. He had one arm around the girl, and one around the boy, relaxed and happy.

Green frowned. “What happened to them?”

Mr. Gaebora shook his head sadly. “They were murdered in their sleep. All of the prince and princess’ friends that were killed were buried under the floors of their favorite spots. The scholar, the library. The servant, the kitchens. The knight, the armory. The demon-child, in the main hall. After so many deaths, the prince and princess moved, scared, and eventually died of old age. The spirits of the victims haunt the castle to this day. The previous owners said they saw objects flying about during the day, and at night, haunted singing. And, after they move there, something… bad happens to the owners.”

Green nodded. “Well, I don’t believe in ghosts, it’s probably all superstition.”

“I warned you, but good luck.”

---

Zelda stared at her brother in awe. “We’re still moving there? But what if something bad happens to us?”she asked. Green shook his head, laughing.

“Zelly, it’s okay. I’ll bet Mr. Gaebora was just trying to scare us, and that this whole haunting thing is a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. Ghosts don’t exist, so you don’t need to be afraid. Besides, we’re living in a huge castle like you’ve always wanted!” he said.

“Anything else I should know about this castle?” Zelda asked. Green grinned.

“We don’t need furniture or anything unless we want to bring it, since Mr. Gaebora is selling it with all of the original furniture and possessions of the first owners. Even the old clothes, and I’m sure there are clothes that belonged to the princess that will fit you!” Zelda perked right up at that, no longer worried about the ghosts.

---

“Zelly! Wake up, we’re almost there!” Green said, reaching into the back seat to shake the little girl awake. She yawned and looked out the window.

“Where is it?” she asked. Green pointed out the window, and there was a beautiful castle, pretty old and obviously renovated to be safer in some parts, but the siblings could still see how majestic it looked when it was first built. Green drove through the front gate and parked in front of the fountain that sat before the large front door.

Zelda jumped out of the car and ran around the front courtyard, laughing in delight. Green took his and Zelda’s bags from the trunk of the car and put them one by one next to the front steps. He fumbled the keys a bit before finding the gleaming silver one that unlocked all the doors. He unlocked the front door, and Zelda ran in. Green looked at the map of the castle that he got from Mr. Gaebora.

On it was marked where the supposed ghosts were ‘haunting’ the castle daily. The library, the kitchens, the stables, the entire east wing, the east courtyard that used to be the training grounds, pretty much every bedroom, and about ten hallways. Green laughed a bit and handed the map to Zelda.

“Where do you want your room to be?” she immediately pointed to one of two rooms that weren’t marked for ‘hauntings.’

“The princess room!” she said. The room that used to be the prince’s room was next to the princess’, so Green decided that would be his room. He handed Zelda her bright pink backpack full of stuffed animals and slung his own green bag over his shoulder, following the happy six-year-old up the stairs.

After putting all their things in their rooms, Zelda went to play in the gardens while Green decided to see if these ‘hauntings’ were real.

The library, Green realized, was not drawn to scale on the map. It was humongous, easily one of the largest rooms in the castle. Nearly a hundred shelves filled with books, artwork, and drawings. Above the large fireplace at one end was the painting from the photo, large and colorful. But, for some reason, the eyes seemed too realistic for Green’s liking. He walked around the library multiple times. Sometimes he felt someone behind him, but when he turned, no one was there. A book of paper seemed to fall too far from its shelf to be normal, but Green shrugged it off.

It’s probably nothing… he looked at the chairs circled around a large table and blinked. For a second there, the chairs weren’t empty and the table wasn’t blank of objects.

A boy wearing all purple, the boy from the painting, sat at one of the chairs, huddled over papers written in neat, curled handwriting and multiple books spread out around the circular table. Next to him, another boy, the half-demon, was talking about something, grinning and gesturing wildly as he told the story. At one point, the purple boy started laughing, and the two started talking together, the work abandoned.

Green shook his head, and the table was empty one more, no laughter echoing in the large room, no shuffle of papers, no teenagers studying documents. Just an empty library. Green hurried right out of there to the closest spot on the map: one of the grand halls. He looked up at a painting of a beautiful woman holding two babies in her arms. The queen, holding the prince and princess.

There was a crash sound behind Green, and he spun around to see an old vase that was on the shelf shattered in pieces on the floor. This house is old, and things fall over, right? He thought. Suddenly, footsteps sounded from nowhere, echoing in the halls. Another ghostly scene unfolded in front of Green.

Three boys, the two from the library and the knight from the painting, but without all the armor, were in a corner of the grand hall. The demon was rolling on the floor laughing, and the knight was about to do the same. The purple boy was frowning at them, arms crossed, but a smile tugged at his lips. Footsteps sounded, and the three boys hid in one of the empty rooms. The demon laughed out loud, and the purple boy covered his mouth with his hand.

Green stepped back, and the scene disappeared as the knight was about to cover another doorknob that was right behind Green. “I’m just imagining things…” he muttered, walking to the west wing.

He stared at all of the dusty armor pieces lying around, but some looked freshly polished. There were spears, swords, bows and arrows, and shields all around the room. The west wing must have been the armory. One of the armor sets looked just like the one the knight wore in the picture, gleaming silver with a blue cape. It was noticeably cleaner than the others, as well.

The armor suddenly crashed to the floor, and Green yelped, jumping away. The ringing in his ears faded to angry yelling.

The knight chased a boy wearing red servant clothes through the armory, both of them laughing. The knight hit the servant in the shoulder, and the servant jumped behind a suit of armor. The armor fell off the stand, and the two stared at it before laughing. They walked off, the knight scolding the servant, but both grinning.

Green, no longer calm about this, ran out of there real fast.

The doorbell that had been installed a year ago rang. Green ran to the door and opened it to see a short boy with long lavender hair. He had on red shorts, a lavender shirt, and a dark purple…

“Why are you wearing a cape, dude?” Green asked. The boy frowned.

“Because I like it, okay?” he snapped. He calmed down almost immediately and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Vaati, your neighbor.” Green shook his hand.

“Kid, I don’t know if this is rude or not, but how old are you? Where are your parents? And why are you here?” Vaati crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance.

“I get this a lot. In order: I’m eighteen, just really short, I don’t have parents I have a grandfather named Ezlo who’s really annoying and he’s at home, and I’m here to welcome you, duh.” he said. Green blinked.

“...I assumed you were like ten but okay. Nice to meet you, Vaati, I’m Green. I’m eighteen, too. I just moved here with my sister, Zelda, she’s six. You want to come in?” Vaati nodded eagerly.

“Oh, good, I was just going to walk home, no one’s actually wanted me to stay at their house before, well, except Ezlo, but we’re related so he doesn’t count. I’ve heard this castle is haunted, and when I did, I researched everything I could about it. I can tell you all about its history and the names of the original family who lived here and the staff, even royal family secrets! I can also tell you, like, specific times the hauntings happen, and when you can see the ghosts, and how the kids who haunt this place were murdered!” he rambled, a little too enthusiastic about ghosts and murder.

“Okay. Want me to show you around?” he asked. Vaati nodded, and Green pulled out the map, only to have it immediately snatched by the smaller boy. Vaati’s eye widened, and he grimaced.

“WOW. Okay, this is not to scale. I’ve been here before and seen original documents about this place, it used to be really famous, and even though I don’t know shit about drawing I’ll bet I could do a better job mapping this place.” he said, pulling out a notebook from his now seemingly infinite pockets.

“Um, okay, Vaati. I live here with a little girl, so please don’t cuss anymore here.” he said.

“Okay.”

“Also, where do you want to go first?” Vaati looked at the map.

“LIBRARY!” he yelled. Green jumped, this kid was loud. The two walked to the library, Vaati writing things down in his notebook as they walked. When they reached the library, Vaati laughed and ran around, pulling multiple things off the shelf and eventually piling them on the table. Green looked at the fireplace and frowned. It was lit, but it wasn’t the first time he was there.

Probably just Zelda… he thought.

---

After a few surprisingly fun hours with Vaati, the lavender-haired boy had to leave. He gave Green his address before he left, along with a new, definitely drawn to scale map of the castle.

Green walked back to his room and took out one of the blank notebooks from his bag that he used for notes. He started writing down the scenes that he saw that day.

Let’s see, the library… the advisor and demon laughing about something when they were previously reading about something else, the knight, advisor, and demon obviously doing something wrong that they thought was funny, then hiding, and the knight and servant playing some game of tag or something. He looked up at the sound of a flute, and another scene popped up.

The advisor and demon sat outside the door in the hallway, listening to the servant boy sing a beautiful, but slightly creepy, melody. When the servant finished, the advisor gave an approving smile while the demon applauded. The servant boy took an exaggerated bow, and the three laughed.

Green blinked. ...and a concert of some kind with the servant, demon, and advisor.

All of the strange scenes now on paper and out of Green’s head, the eighteen-year-old fell onto the bed into an uneasy sleep. He was plagued by dreams all night.

---

Green is watching the scenes from that day, but with sound and more color.

The advisor is sitting at the round table like earlier, muttering something while writing in neat handwriting on a piece of paper, reading a book at the same time.

Violet Oshitsu. That was his name. Green didn’t know how he knew that, but he did. The royal family’s adviser, age sixteen. Smartest person known in Hyrule at the time.

The demon child next to him was talking about what had happened at lunch, which Vio supposedly missed because he slept in late again.

Shadow Lorule. Half demon, half Hylian. Good friend of Vio and the knight’s, and lives in the castle.

“... And then Arcy ran in yelling about us being quiet. I mean, she was louder than we were! Actually, wait, scratch that, she was louder than Blue snoring, and you know how loud that guy is!” that got a laugh from Vio, though he was trying to hide it.

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Blue is going to kill you when he finds out you said that.”

Shadow waved his hand. “Nah, he won’t even find out. He can’t find me half the time.”

“Well, your powers don’t exactly help him…”

“I’m only found when I want to be found. And I don’t want to be found by Blue when he finds out.”

The two laughed again and started talking about this, then shifting to another topic, the work completely forgotten on the table.

The dream shifted into another, the scene from the hallway.

Shadow was rolling on the floor, laughing. “This was the best one yet!” he said. The knight laughed along with him.

Blue Oshitsu. Vio’s twin, son of the Captain of the Guard. A well-known swordsman and prankster.

Vio looked at the two laughing on the floor, frowning. “This might be a bit too much, even for Farore’s Day.” Farore’s Day was what became known in modern Hyrule as merely Prank Day. Shadow stopped laughing and grinned at him friend.

“Come on, Vio, lighten up! This is the best one! And besides, it wasn’t my idea, it was Blue’s.” he said. Vio laughed.

“All right, fine.” he said. The three continued to laugh. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the three ran into the nearest room, a small closet filled with cleaning supplies. They stopped laughing until a cook came running around the corner.

“When I catch those three, they’re not going to live much longer…” she muttered, covered head to toe in flour and water. Green knew from experience it was really hard to get off.

Blue and Shadow burst into laughter, and Vio somehow stayed straight-faced. Blue stopped almost immediately, but Shadow kept on laughing until Vio covered his mouth with his hand, a small smile on his face.

The cook heard the noise and opened the closet to see the three guilty teenagers. She glared at them, grabbing Vio and Blue by their tunics and pointing to the shadow at their feet, where Shadow somehow dissolved and Vio’s shadow started moving on its own. Vio glared at it.

“You got us caught, idiot.” he muttered. Shadow laughed silently in the silhouette. The cook started dragging the twins, Shadow in tow, to the kitchens.

“You three…” she growled. “Are in BIG trouble. Are you going to apologize?”

“If we do, will you let us live, Miss Arcy?” Blue muttered. Vio glared at him.

“...sorry, Miss Arcy.” They said in unison. Shadow signed something, and Green could somehow understand it.

Yeah, right. You’re not sorry.

No we’re not. You caught us. Vio signed back.

The scene shifted to the armory. Blue chased the servant boy, yelling something. The boy laughed nervously while running.

Red Sage. Grandson of Miss Arcy, the main castle cook. He babysits Blue’s sister a lot.

“RED, GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Blue yelled. Red ran into the armory, laughing. Blue sighed, tired. Red was the fastest runner out of the four boys and the prince and princess. This was a huge advantage when running from trouble, as in running from Blue.

“Come on, Blue, give up, you know you can’t catch me!” Red said, stopping to see how far ahead he was of the knight. That was a mistake. Blue tapped him on the shoulder, almost grabbing him. Red shrieked and dove behind a suit of armor.

“Red, come on, you can’t just throw a tomato at Vio and hit him and not tell me how you did it without him noticing!” Blue said. Red slowly walked out from behind the armor.

“Easy. you’re making a lot of noise, wearing a lot of armor all the time. I don’t, because I don’t wear armor, I wear normal clothes. Also, Vio suspects you or Shadow to prank him, not me. I’m ‘innocent.’” he said. Blue stared at him, then laughed.

“Nice try. Vio can hear a pen drop in a loud room from thirty feet away, don’t tell me he didn’t hear you.” the two walked away laughing.

The scene changed again, where Red, Vio, and Shadow were huddled outside the prince’s room.

“Come on, Red! I want to learn that song, it sounds cool!” Shadow said. Vio nodded.

“It is a nice melody, I would like to learn it and what it means.” Red looked at them and sighed.

“Fine. I’ll sing it once, then tell you what it means.” he said. He started to sing a beautiful melody that sounded a lot happier in the dream, since the castle was lively all the time instead of the cold, empty castle that was now Green’s home.

The song was in SkyScript, an old language from the people above the clouds, and sounded something like this:

Ren, dashebou,

No the shudu,

Dei shodu,

Queraro, saleh.

Vio and Shadow applauded. Red, a little embarrassed, took an exaggerated bow. “What does it mean?” Vio asked. Red smiled.

“It’s an old lullaby that my parents sang to me, I sing it to Sky so she can sleep. It’s actually a prophecy from a really long time ago.”

“What are the words?”

“O youth, guided by… the goddess of light… unite earth and sky… bright light to the land.” he said, pausing at the end of each verse so VIo could write it down.

“That was really good, Red!” Shadow said. Red smiled more.

“Really? Grandma says I shouldn’t sing so much…”

“Well, it was good, who cares what Arcy says?”

“We do when we get in trouble.” Vio muttered.

“Yeah, other than that…” Shadow said. The three laughed.

---

Green woke up with a start. He checked his watch. 7:00 AM… he read. He turned on his phone and opened his contacts. At the top was a new contact: Vaati Minish

He opened a new chat with Vaati and some of Green’s old friends from back in Termina, Saria, Mido, Kafei, Anju, and a boy named Majora but was referred to as Skull Kid, and named it Friend Chat.

Green_Legend: hi guys

He watched the notifications that showed when his friends joined the chat.

[SARIA_SAGE is online]

[KING_OF_THE_FOREST is online]

[MOON_MASK in online]

[SUN_MASK is online]

[SKULL_KID is online]

[WIND_MAGE is online]

Saria_Sage: who’s Wind_Mage

Wind_Mage: Hi, my name is Vaati, and I’m one of Green’s new friends here in Hyrule.

Moon_Mask: ok this guy uses proper gramar

Saria_Sage: *grammar

Sun_Mask: hey Green what’s up

Green_Legend: so I now apparently live in a very haunted castle and you know how I said I don’t believe in ghosts

Skull_Kid: yes you’ve told us a million times

King_of_the_Forest: are you saying you believe in ghosts now or what

Saria_Sage: I do believe he’s saying that yes

Green_Legend: so I saw a lot of ghost like scenes today and then Vaati showed up and we hung out then he left and then I had a weird dream with the ghost scenes but with sound and color and everything and I think it was a vision of something because it was way too realistic to be just a regular dream so yeah I need you guys’ help

Wind_Mage: You do know that I would be perfectly happy to come over to your house and tell you literally everything about the family that originally lived there, right?

Green_Legend: yeah you told me that yesterday and rambled for like an hour

King_of_the_Forest: haha nerd

Sun_Mask: well my mother is a therapist and such so she might be able to help

Skull_Kid: either you can see the future or you have finally gone insane.

Moon_Mask: say yes if you agree that Green has gone crazy.

Moon_Mask: yes

Saria_Sage: yes

King_of_the_Forest: yes

Sun_Mask: yes

Skull_Kid: yes

Wind_Mage: nope I think he’s perfectly sane

Green_Legend: hey if anyone should say I’m sane of not it should be me

Saria_Sage: actually no, it should be a therapist or someone close to you, such as family

Green_Legend: Zel doesn’t think I’m crazy

Skull_Kid: a family member that’s not 6 years old

Wind_Mage: So do you want me to come over or no?

Green_Legend: yeah sure

[WIND_MAGE left the chat]

Green turned off his phone and sat down at the old desk in the corner of the room. Vaati would be here in an hour at most, five minutes at least. Green pulled on a green T-shirt over his black long-sleeve that he wore the other day, not particularly caring whether this style was weird or not. He walked into the kitchen  after almost getting lost and saw Zelda already there, getting some breakfast with the food they brought from Termina. Green grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and walked towards the front door.

“Zel, don’t break anything.” he said. Zelda nodded.

“Green, why are you going outside?” she asked.

“To wait for Vaati to come over.”

“Oh! He’s your boyfriend?”

Green turned red as Zelda laughed. “NO! Zelda, stop it!” he yelled. Zelda just grinned and went back for eating her cereal. Green walked outside and sat down on the front steps. After a few minutes, he saw Vaati walking up to the gate, wearing pretty much the same thing as yesterday, but his hair in a different style. All of it was down, held back by a gold headband except for the long bangs that covered his left eye and some of his right. Either he only wore one outfit, or had an entire wardrobe that was just the same thing.

Green opened the gate and Vaati walked into the castle. “Hey, Vaati.” Green said. Vaati waved at Zelda.

“Hi, Vaati!” she said.

“Hello, Zelda.” he turned to Green. “So what exactly do you need help with?” Green pointed to the hall that led to the library.

“Let’s talk in the library.” he said. Vaati nodded and followed him to the World’s Largest Library, as Saria had dubbed it after seeing a picture as requested by Mido, who was secretly a library nerd.

When the two made it to the library, they found it already occupied. Well, not exactly, but someone had been there.

All of the furniture was clean and looked brand-new, and the books and documents were reorganized. Green shrugged it off, thinking that maybe Zelda, being too smart for her age, had reorganized the room like she used to do in their former house.

Vaati and Green sat down at the table and Vaati pulled out multiple books, a journal, and a pencil from his backpack that Green had only just noticed, it being the exact same shade as Vaati’s cape that he wore all the time for some reason. Vaait grinned.

“So.” he said. “Where do we begin?”

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[peremadeleine]

Heyyooooo wanna explain to me why you don't like Mary Todd Lincoln? (in all honesty im hella curious) And can we talk more about Ann Rutledge? And what was your opinion on Mary and Lincoln's marriage? so many questions so sorry but I love talking about this stuff

I’ll say that I don’t actively dislike Mary. I think she’s often demonized, quite unfairly, and that she had many good qualities. She was intelligent, well-educated, witty, and charming. She was by all accounts an excellent, devoted mother. Without her, Lincoln probably never would have been president. I believe she cared for him, and that he loved her after a fashion as well (he adored his children as much as she did, and even if theirs was no grand romance, I imagine he would’ve had a love for the mother of his children, whoever she was). 

That said…

Mary was emotionally unstable, horribly insecure (did I just describe myself?), more and more paranoid as the presidency/war went on, and was, unfortunately, an easy target for vicious attacks in the press. Lincoln was already less than popular, and his “Southern” wife whose well-off family, some of whom owned slaves and fought for the Confederacy, was an obvious scapegoat, though through no fault of her own. She really didn’t help either him or herself by wildly overspending (on herself and on White House renovations) or by becoming obsessed with spiritualism following the death of their son in 1862. Of course both the Lincolns felt that loss very keenly, but Mary’s increasing erratic behavior afterwards only created more strain for Lincoln. He was prone to depression anyway and was, at that time, already at breaking point mentally/emotionally. To complicate things even further, Mary was also very easily manipulated by anyone who wanted something from her husband. Even people in Lincoln’s own administration didn’t like her, eve going so far as to call her the “Hellcat”.

Honestly? No person is perfect, and often hindsight doesn’t do them any favors. I’ve read the biographies of several first ladies now (one on Abigail Adams, one on Mary, and am currently reading one on Eleanor Roosevelt) and they all had their flaws. It comes down, frankly, to personal preference and to the fact that I adore Lincoln. Even if I was super interested his wife, he is my number one favorite historical figure and has been for so long that I don’t remember a time when he wasn’t, so Mary would already be playing catch-up for me? 

tl;dr I’m not super interested in Mary, but her personality–despite her many good qualities–just doesn’t appeal to me? I’m Just Not That Into Her?? I also think I see things in Mary’s personality that reflect things I don’t like about myself (as noted above) and also things I don’t like about my mother, but that’s…a whole different topic. Some other first ladies (see: Abigail and Eleanor) are among my other favorite historical figures, so…it’s really all subjective?

I will say that I think Mary got a raw deal. She was branded as a traitor and a Confederate spy, which she wasn’t at all. Heck, her home state of Kentucky (which was also the state of Lincoln’s birth represent) didn’t even secede, even if members of her family fought for the Confederacy. She was present when her husband was killed, which could’ve only been horrific for her, and afterwards she got vilified by people like William Herndon. Then her third son (Tad) died, and her only living son (Robert) institutionalized her for being supposedly insane–a betrayal no matter how you slice it even if her behavior was erratic. People continued to take advantage of her, such as when they “photographed” her with the “ghost” of her husband. Finally, this traumatized, grief-stricken woman died believing she was impoverished when, in reality, she was able to live in perfect comfort and financial security.

Maybe part of what I don’t like about her boils down to the complexities of the marriage? It wasn’t an altogether happy one, and Lincoln must have had serious doubts about even going through with it–after all, the courtship was fairly drawn-out and he broke off their engagement at one time. There’s an anecdote, for instance, (it’s late and I haven’t read the biographies of anyone involved for some time, so I can’t cite sources) about Mary once angrily chasing Lincoln down the street in Springfield with a broom. Even if that’s exaggerated, she had a notorious temper, and Lincoln, a history of depression. He was also away from home for long stretches of time because of his career, and at the beginning of their marriage, he didn’t make the kind of money to provide Mary–a Todd of Kentucky!–with the kind of lifestyle to which she was accustomed. They lived in a boarding house for at least a couple of years, and their eldest son was born there. There’s no way that didn’t cause some tension right from the start.

However, I do think their mutual ambitions–Mary was more “refined” and certainly better-educated than Lincoln, had valuable political connections (including to his hero Henry Clay), and was basically a sounding board/adviser for him–and their deep love for their boys helped bind them together as a couple. Mary insisted after he died that Lincoln was in love with her and that he’d never loved any other woman, which I think is…well, not true on either count? But again, I do think Lincoln loved her. She was important to him in many different ways. He may have regretted proposing to her and even regretted, to some extent, actually marrying her, but he was attracted to her and by her personality, otherwise they never would’ve begun a courtship to begin with!

So again tl;dr, I don’t think the Lincoln marriage was outright miserable. I think that affection existed between Lincoln and Mary, in particular after the births (and deaths) of their sons. Being Mary’s husband had very clear advantages for Lincoln’s career. But I do think they were a rather Odd Couple and that, once Lincoln became president, Mary’s Todd connections became a burden rather than a boon. Her spending habits, paranoia, and naivete cost Lincoln valuable time and energy in the White House when he already had the “momentous issue” of the war with which to cope. Who knows if they would’ve settled into a contented retirement with one another, seeing their grandchildren born, if things had gone differently? Maybe. I like to think so, anyway.

Ann Rutledge was the love of Lincoln’s life, if you ask me. Sure, the human memory can be faulty–but are the collective memories of 100+ people faulty?? I don’t know, maybe. It is, of course, entirely possible that Lincoln and Ann were just good friends and that there was never (as many, many people from New Salem who knew them claimed) an “understanding” between them. Either way, though, Ann and Lincoln met privately while she was on her deathbed–after which her sister Nancy thought hat Lincoln looked “sad and broken-hearted”–and after her death, Lincoln’s friends feared for his life, so intense was his grief. 

Ann was remembered by her friends and family as intelligent, kind, beautiful, and someone who “loved everybody.” Her death at such a young age was a tragedy, one that scarred Lincoln no matter what the true nature of their relationship was. Had Ann had lived, though, I imagine that Lincoln would never have become president…and that would’ve been a real tragedy. Still, the hugely sentimental part of me still wishes that she would’ve lived and married him and made him happy, because his life as it was (for all his funny stories and famous sense of humor) was in many ways a series of unfortunate tragic events, and it breaks my heart.

I apologize that this is long and rambling and undetailed, or at least nonspecific. It’s late, I’m tired, and I haven’t brushed up on my Lincoln reading in quite a while, but uh, as you can see, I have plenty of opinions to make up for it…

edit: Forgot to recommend the excellent book The Shadows Rise: Abraham Lincoln and the Ann Rutledge Legend, which is what first convinced me of the factual nature of their relationship.

[animes-trash]

LawLicht - Medieval AU

Hellooooow~ Here’s the fic I wrote with @karmakitty’s help (aka @kavourikarma​) for the Event in the SL  Discord Server~  (Long Post /!\)

Enjoy !

"Wait for me, Lichtan !" Hyde said, chasing after Licht who was walking too fast for Hyde's legs. During his tour, Licht had a weekend off. Kranz, Gil and Hyde took hours to persuade him not to practice for these two days. Licht, being as stubborn as always, protested but they ended up finding a kind of compromise: a medieval festival.

Hyde was the one who proposed this idea and explained that music had a big place in Medieval times and that there are inevitably activities or things to see in connection with the piano, and there were surely stables with horses, and Licht loved them. Even though Licht didn't say it, he really loved this idea. His father showed him a lot of hero movies, some taking places in the Middle Ages with knights, princesses and beautiful white horses. Certainly it was a bit cliché now, but Licht didn't care. He was also happy to go with Hyde, but he'd never admit it, let alone to this Demon.

"Walk faster, Shit Rat." They woke up early in the morning, on Licht's demand. Kranz drove them there and would pick them up later in the evening. "Hurry up. I want to feed Mr. Horse, " Licht said as Hyde managed to follow his brisk walk.

"I know you want to see the horses, but you could at least wait for your poor hedgehog!" Hyde whined as Licht rolled his eyes. They finally arrived at the entrance. It was a well-known festival that moves from city to city, they were lucky to be in the right place at the right time.

The venue was originally an old castle with a very large park, today it was filled with different stands related to Medieval times. Fake weapons, fancy clothes, replicas of old books and other stands for eating or drinking. Other places reconstructed Middle Age moments or facilities such as a pillory, a guillotine, a system for pumping water from a well and more. Places in the castle were also used for the festival, tours were organized and stalls were set up.

Most of the people were costumed. Licht, having no idea how to dress, kept his usual sweatshirt. Hyde, meanwhile, put on a typical villager costume of the time, although he kept complaining that these clothes were not true to reality. Sometimes he regretted not having kept his clothes from that time.

Once at the festival, Licht was already looking for the stables. They had a program but no map of area, so Hyde went to ask for one at the info booth. Licht took it from his hands and made a beeline for the animals. Hyde stood in front of him to prevent him from moving forward. "Lichtan, what’s the rush? The stables are at the other end of the park! Come on, let's do things in order. We can start by seeing the castle, a visit just to start. " Licht agreed and followed Hyde toward the big castle. A guide was ready to start the tour and there were just a few places left. They signed up and waited with the other people.

It was a large castle that was renovated not long ago, but still kept its old decorations, explained the guide. Most of the secret passages have been condemned but some of them are always accessible. Once the last latecomers arrived, the tour began. The group entered the castle with the guide's comments.

Licht had to admit that he was impressed by all these paintings and antique furnitures. "Things were really like that before?" Hyde wore a bored head "Basically, yes, even if this one has been modernized almost everywhere, if you like the old castles, I'll show you much bigger and more beautiful." He winked at Licht . Licht was always amazed by all the things Hyde had to show him. Whether it was places or others, he always finds a way to surprise him.

"On your left, the ballroom." says the guide. Licht turned his head and saw a magnificent period piano, obviously very well maintained. He imagined himself playing it in the Middle Ages, during a party filled with people dancing. He approached it but had to stop when he saw a barrier with "do not touch the instrument" written on it.

"Looks like we aren’t allowed to play it." Hyde said as he glanced at Licht, who looked upset.

"That’s stupid. As an Angel, I should have the right to play whenever I want." He tried to cross the barrier, but Hyde stopped him before the guide brought them back to order.

"Angel-Chan, I'm sure there's a piano to play outside. Maybe that one's too old to be played ?"

"A piano is never too old." Licht said to himself. But before he could reply, their guide called them.

"Gentlemen, here please, the visit will continue."

Licht reluctantly left the piano. Hyde wanted to find a way to make Licht happier, and he thought the horses would surely cheer him up. Continuing the visit, Hyde was lost in his thoughts. But when he returned to reality, when the guide announced that they were going upstairs, he realized that Licht had disappeared. He blinked to make sure he was not dreaming. How could Licht have disappeared ?!

He started to panic, maybe he'd been kidnapped by one of Tsubaki's subclass hidden in the group? When the guide had his back turned, Hyde snuck away from the group. Maybe Licht had just gotten lost? He prayed that was the case. He ran, looking everywhere he could, then heard a noise coming from the wall.

Intrigued, he knocked against the wall. "Hum, is there anyone in there ?" A silence ensued, then a blow was heard, followed by a voice.

"Shit Rat, is that you?! Where the hell am I?!"

Hyde was surprised and relieved at the same time. "Y-you're in the wall, Licht ! What did you do ?" He searched for a way to open the wall, or anything to get Licht out.

"Nothing !" He stopped, and after thinking, continued. "Well, I found an open closet and wanted to know what was inside, but it wasn’t a closet. I went in and the door closed, and now I'm stuck in this weird dark passage."

Hyde sighed. "You must have fallen into one of those old, secret, condemned passages that the guide was talking about earlier ... Wait, I'll get you out of there! Where is the closet you found?" Licht told him where it was, a few feet to the right. Hyde found it and tried to open it, but it was securely shut. He returned to the part of the wall where Licht was stuck. "Lichtan, the door doesn't open ... Stay there, I'm going to search another entry!" He began to look for logical places where a passage could be hidden.

"There's no way I'm waiting here, Shit Rat. I, as a pure and true Angel, am going to find the exit by myself." Hyde would have bet that Licht was doing one of his angelic poses. But he refused to leave Licht alone in a place like this without protection.

"No! It's too dangerous, Licht ! This passage has probably not been used for centuries! Everything is decrepit inside. Without light, you could hurt yourself, or worse, something could collapse on your head." He began to imagine the worst scenarios. He could hear Licht sigh.

"If you don't find a way in 5 minutes, I'm searching for the exit alone."

Fine, Hyde thought. It's always better than nothing. He recalled the times when he lived in such places and where these passages were generally hidden. Maybe pulling one of the candlesticks on the walls ? No, he wouldn't have the time to try them all. He remembered that hatches were often used and rather easy to spot, if we knew how to find them. He ran to the top floor, taking care to turn himself into a hedgehog to go unnoticed by the group, who was still visiting.

Once he was where the passage was supposed to be, he searched the corners of the rooms on the floor. He was relieved to find a latch that he pulled. Without having the time to understand what he was going through, the floor opened under his feet and he fell. "Ouch!" He yelped, rubbing his back. Even Licht's kicks were less painful than that. He shook his head to regain his senses and got up. He grunted, there really was no light here. He got up and hurried to join Licht. He called his name, paying attention to the volume of his voice. They could get in trouble if they find him there. He was careful not to break anything.

"Lichtan? Where are you ?" Hearing no answer, he was afraid that Licht had left by himself. But his fears stopped when he felt a kick in the back.

"I'm here." Hyde reached out and grabbed Licht's shoulders to make sure he didn't leave.

"Why did you hit me?! I'm already hurt here!" He whined.

"Oh, so the big noise was you."

"Yeah ! I came here to save you~ I deserve at least a kiss, don't I ?" They were still in the dark, but Hyde could easily guess that Licht was rolling his eyes.

"First of all, let's get out of here, where is the exit ?" Hyde took Licht's hand in his to make sure they were not separated.

Surely thanks to the fact of being a hedgehog, Hyde was able to see well enough in the darkness.. But when he was back to the hatch, it had closed. "Wait, the hatch was there !" He searched for a way to re-open it, but found nothing.

"You idiot rat, you knew the doors were closing behind you but you didn't do anything to keep it open ?" Licht tried to hit him, but given of the lack of light, it was the wall that took the hit. Licht groaned in pain.

"Hey there, Angel-Chan, you'll hit me as much as you want outside, but be careful here, please. I don't want any risk for you to be hurt." Hyde took a minute to think. They were in a hidden passage, and a passage inevitably leads to a place, it only remains to hope that it is not catacombs or dungeons, he thought. He took Licht's hand again and started walking.

"Wait, where are you going ? If I take a wall in the face, I kill you right here." Licht said.

"Let's follow the passage. With a bit of luck, it'll take us out of here." Licht nodded and they followed the path. Without realizing it, Licht grabbed Hyde's arm, who smiled. "Be careful here Lichtan, there are stairs."

He obviously warned him too late, because Licht missed the first step and slid forward. Luckily, he was holding Hyde's arm which, after a mini heart attack as he felt Licht fall, grabbed him by the waist. "What did I tell you? If you wanted me to grab you, you should just have said it~." Licht could tell how close Hyde was, because he could feel his breath on his lips. His teasing tone did not help his blush going away.

"Shut up, Demon! Let me go!" He said a bit too loudly.

"There's no way I let you fall again." Hyde smirked as he lifted Licht into his arms.

"H-hey put me down !"

Hyde went down the rest of the stairs. It must surely lead to the ground floor. "Mmmh, let me think about it... no."

"I'll kill you if you don't !" Hyde had to be careful because Licht was moving a lot, and he wanted to avoid a fall.

"Come on, we both know you won't kill me, you love you too much~." Licht wanted to answer but didn't know what to say. He just groaned and swore to hit Hyde the second they'll come out of here.

After a few minutes of walking, Hyde still refused to put Licht down, even if they were no longer on the stairs. They finally arrived in a dead end. "Great ! And now, we're stuck." Licht complained. Hyde put him down.

"No, we're not, watch this." He scanned the wall and found what looked like a door handle. In texture, Hyde guessed that it was very rusty. He had to break the door so that it opens, looking out to the back of the castle. They both took great breaths of oxygen, happy to breathe fresh air again.

Visitors to the festival saw them coming out of this old door, astonished. But they quickly traced their paths. "So, can the brave knight have a kiss from the princess, n-" a kick cut off Hyde's question. He ended up on the ground. "Why so much hate, Lichtan ?" He whimpered again, but got up quickly when Licht started to leave without him. They went back to the entrance of the castle and saw their guide, visibly panicked.

He ran to them, asking where they have been. Licht hesitated to tell them to watch their doors but withdrew. He ended by saying that they were lost and had to find the exit all alone. Now, to the delight of Licht, they went to see the stables. But before that, they stopped at a few booths on the way. They had different games related to the Middle Ages. But Licht turned his head when he heard music.

"Shit Rat, where is that music coming from?" Hyde looked at the festival schedule and saw that it was time for a small concert of about an hour of music with old instruments. Licht decided that they would go see the horses later, so they headed for the concert. Although it was nice to hear, Hyde had to admit that he spent more time looking at Licht's adorable expression when he listens to the music he likes rather than watching the musicians themselves. Hyde even caught a smile as he looked at Licht's eyes and the childish glow that shone inside.

At the end of the concert, they decided to go for a drink before going to see the stables. Licht even bought food to give the horses. On the way, Licht asked "Was the music really like that in those times ?" He really liked it, it was very different and the same at the same time. In addition, there were instruments he had never heard of.

Hyde took a moment to answer. "Kinda, yes. I have to admit that I'm surprised they still have these old instruments. I used to play one of them but I stopped when it became old-fashioned." Licht stopped walking, surprised. Hyde raised a bow in confusion. "You can play an instrument ?" He chuckled, amused by Licht's surprise. They started walking again as Hyde answered. "Yeah, even more than one. I was quite versatile back then. But now these instruments doesn't exist anymore, or are only played at festivals like here. I guess the only one who remains is the violin now." Licht's heartbeat fastened as he heard that Hyde played.

"You can play violin? You? A demon can play such an angelic instrument?"

Hyde laughed. "Well, yeah. I was a pretty good player. Even though I surely wasn't as good as you." He winked at him. "But I haven't played in ages. I'm kinda rusty now."

"Why did you stop ?" Licht asked him, still confused.

"Well..." he paused, as if he was searching for the right words. "I guess that, after Ophelia's death, I lost taste in pretty much everything, music included." Licht suddenly felt dumb for making him remember those painful memories. When he looked at Hyde, he saw his empty eyes. Not knowing what to say, he took Hyde's hand in his and held it tight as he interlaced their fingers. Hyde's heartbeat quickened, surprised but happy by this sudden gesture of affection from Licht.

They continued their way to the stable in silence, holding hands. They finally arrived in the stable. The horses were hitched with the equipment of the Middle Ages, there were also small ponies, here for the tourist attraction and the children could take a ride. Licht was amazed by these horses, which had nothing to envy to the proud steed of yesteryear.

He went to feed the horses after asking permission from the manager, then stopped in front of a big white horse. "Hello, Mr. Horse. There, eat this food. You are as white as an Angel. You could be a horse of Heaven." Hyde giggled as he watched him pet the horse. Licht glared at him. "Don't listen to this rat, Mr. Horse. He's dumb."

Hyde faked an offended look. "Hey ! I'm not dumb !" This time, Licht was the one laughing.

They saw people arrive on horses, and others leave. Hyde went to ask the manager if it was possible to go for a ride. He answered that yes, the horses knew the route and made a tour of the festival returning to the stables. "What do you think, Angel-Chan ? Wanna ride on a horse ?" Expecting Licht to be happy, he was surprised to see him pale, with fear on his face.

"Er, no, I’ll pass." He stuttered.

"What? Don't you love horses? It could be fun!" Hyde insisted.

"No, thanks. It... scares me."

A blush appeared on his face as he said the last two words, whispering them, almost as if he was ashamed. Hyde had his eyes wide open. Licht? Scared of something? He stared at him, as if waiting for an explanation. After a little while, Licht started. "When I was around 10, my parents took me to a riding stable. Riding a horse seemed fun to me, but when I was on it, it moved a lot and I fell. I had my helmet but I still ended up with a broken arm. I haven’t rode a horse since then."

Hyde understood, as a pianist, breaking an arm must be really terrible. He didn't want Licht to be scared but he still wanted to do the horseback riding. He had an idea and went to ask the manager, after he agreed, Hyde came back to Licht. "Well, if you're scared of riding a horse alone, then you'll ride it with me !" Licht raised a brow. "The manager said we could be two on one horse. You can go behind me ! I swear I won't let you fall."

After hesitating, and being influenced by Hyde's incitement, he agreed. The manager wanted to help them get on the big horse, but seeing the ease that Hyde had, he withdrew and told them that the ride lasted about half an hour, then he left to take care of the other horses. "How do you even climb up there ?" Licht asked, impressed by the size of the horse that passed him.

"It's like riding a bike, hard to forget." Hyde answered as he reached out his hand to Licht, to help him up. A small stepladder was also placed beside the horse for assistance. He finally managed to get behind Hyde, with his help. Hyde took the reins and, as the horse started to walk, Licht became frightened and wrapped his arms around Hyde's back. "Don't worry, Angel-chan." said Hyde, as he turned his head to smile at Licht.

"Look at the road, Shit Rat. Of course I can't get hurt. I'm an angel, after all." Hyde chuckled and nodded.

The horse trotted and Licht was surprised. It wasn’t as scary as he would have thought. He rested his head on Hyde's shoulder. With the slow pace of the horse, he found it kind of relaxing. He also found the ride interesting. To tour the festival on horseback, it doesn't happen every day ! After about 45 minutes, they were back in the stable.

"Mr. Horse, don't get me wrong, I love you, but why are you so tall?" Licht asked the horse as he was trying to climb down. Hyde had a devilish grin as he held Licht in a "princess style" before setting him back on the ground. Licht blushed as he yelled. "Will you stop taking me in your arms?!" He struggled, but Hyde had a too strong a grip on him.

"We'll see, maybe if you stop moving." he grinned at him. Licht sighed and stopped, but Hyde was having way too much fun to put him down. He waved at the manager as they were leaving the stable.

Licht gave Hyde a death glare that almost made him shiver. "Fine, fine. I'm letting your down. But you must admit that you would make a perfect miss in distress and me a perfect knight~ !" Hyde set him on the ground or else he knew Licht would murder him. They spent a moment looking at the different stands and the different activities the festival had to offer. The end of the day arrived fairly quickly. "Is there anything else to see now ?" Licht asked Hyde, who looked at the planning. "Well yeah, it's written 'Surprise Event : reconstruction of a Middle Ages scene by a troupe of actors', it could be cool, what do you think?" They agreed and made their way to the place indicated on the map.

A small crowd surrounded the square, which made Licht and Hyde sneak between people. Once they were able to see the scene properly, Licht was surprised. "Looks like it's an execution." He turned to Hyde and did not expect to see his face as it was. He was stiff and his face was as pale as a ghost. His eyes were wide open and visibly filled with tears that were obviously waiting to roll down his face. His expression was panicked.

Licht became very worried for half a second. "Hyde? Are you okay? Why are you like that?" His first question was stupid, obviously he wasn't okay. Hyde stuttered a few incomprehensible words and was shaking with tremors as his tears began to roll down his cheeks. Licht didn't know what to do, but he did not have time to think anymore. Hyde took his hand and ran as fast as he could, knocking people over, probably without noticing.

But at the moment, he didn't care at all. His gestures were directed only by two thoughts: to flee and to protect Licht. Once out and far enough away from the festival, Licht ran out of breath and stopped, forcing Hyde to do the same. "Hyde! What happened?! Why are we running?!" Hyde didn't answer and, still in panic, summoned his rapier. He held Licht tight against him in a protective way with one hand, and held his rapier on the defensive with the other.

Licht tried to say something but was soon cut off by Hyde's voice, broken by sobs and panic. "Are they still here?! Where are they?! Stay close to me, Licht. I can't-- I won’t let them get you!" Licht, deciding that he had to do something quickly, grabbed Hyde by the shoulders and slapped him hard enough to shake him.

"Hyde! There's no one here ! We're alone and far away from the festival! I am not in danger and neither are you! Now, breathe. There's a bench near us. You'll sit, take deep breaths and tell me what happened."

Hyde stared into Licht's eyes, he looked frightened now, but he seemed to have regained his senses. After a few seconds, he burst into tears. He took Licht in his arms as hard as he could and buried his head in his neck, shedding all the tears he had. Licht wheezed, due to the force with which Hyde hugged him. Surprised at first, he quickly wrapped his arms around him.

As carefully as possible, Licht made sure to sit on the bench next to them. He ran a hand through Hyde's hair to try to calm him down a bit. "Shhh, everything is going to be okay. We're safe here and there's nothing to worry about." He whispered in his ear in the softest voice he could manage..

As he spoke, Hyde hugged him tighter. A few minutes passed like that. Hyde crying and Licht stroking his back and running his hand through his hair. After a little while, his crying became sobs, and his sobs grew smaller, until it became a mere sniffle. When Licht felt that his breathing was calm, he asked him the question, still in a soft, calm voice. "So, you want to tell me what happened ?"

Hyde took a moment to think, and then began. "When I saw the guillotine, it reminded me of Ophelia's death and how I was so... powerless. I had the flashbacks of her head rolling to the ground..." His voice broke as he spoke the last sentence. Licht took his hand and held it tight. After a few breaths, Hyde continued. "And then, instead of seeing her, I saw you. Being the one who'll get your head cut off. I saw those people, who're only actors, killing you. It scared the hell out of me. Because I don't want to be powerless like that ever again. I want to move forward and be able the protect the one I love. And I-" His voice broke again and he began to sobs again. He buried his head in Licht's neck again, mostly because it was warm and reassuring but also because he was a bit ashamed of being seen like that.

He tried to speak again stammering but Licht cut him off. "Hey, Hyde, listen. I won't get hurt. I won't get killed. If something tries to attack me, I can beat it because I am strong enough to protect myself." He paused,  breathed and then continued. "And think, if things gets more complicated and it appears that I can't handle it myself, I know you'll always be here to protect me just in case. Think of how strong you and I are. Together, we can beat anything. From the most dangerous subclasses to the old demons of the past. You don't have to worry about me, I am safe and I will stay safe, because you're by my side."

Hyde looked up to look Licht in the eyes. To his surprise, he was smiling at hi . One of those smiles he used to give him when he still thought he was a hedgehog. A small smile that, coming from Licht, represented a lot more. Licht wiped Hyde's tears away with his sleeve. He left his hands on Hyde's cheeks, causing Hyde to smile weakly. "I love you, Licht."

There was no need to say more. Although both of them had realized their feelings ages ago, Hyde was now the first to say them out loud. In a natural tone, Licht answered him. "I love you too, Hyde." With a blush on his cheeks, Hyde leaned toward Licht and, seeing he wasn't backing away and that he was blushing too, placed a kiss on his lips. A kiss that became longer than he expected, given that Licht was kissing back.

It was as if the kiss was the last thing they would do in their life. They put as much of their passion and love for each other as they could into the kiss. Hyde placed one of his hand behind Licht's neck, deepening the kiss.Their tongues met. Hyde knew one thing, he’d only tasted Licht's lips for a few seconds but he was already addicted.

They had to separate when they ran out of breath. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling. But that moment did not last long, a flash of light stopping him. Surprised, they turned and saw Kranz with a camera in his hand with Gil behind him.

"HA! I KNEW IT ! SEE GIL, I WAS RIGHT! AWWW YOU TOO ARE TOO CUTE. GIL WE SHOULD HAVE COME EARLIER I'M SURE WE MISSED IMPORTANT THINGS." Licht retreated at least three meters away because of his embarrassment.

"What are you two doing here ?!" Licht yelled.

"Well it's time. We came to pick you up. We're a bit late, though. We didn't find you at the festival so we searched for you and found you two here." Said Gil, in his usual calm voice.

"Oh... yeah, makes sense." Licht said, still embarrassed and red as hell.

"Anyway, let's get going, I'm hungry," said Hyde, who was almost as embarrassed as Licht. He grabbed Licht's hand and began walking toward the car, followed by Gil and Kranz who didn't forget to take pictures of them holding hands. "Wait, I'll be right back." Said Licht quickly as he went toward the festival again, though it had already ended. They watched him, confused. While waiting, Hyde asked Kranz, blushing. "Don't tell Licht I said that but could you... send me the pictures ?" Kranz had a wide smile. "Of course ! I can even send you more if you give more things to photograph." He winked at Hyde, who was definitely embarrassed to the max.

He turned to Gil, who had been staring at him for a while. He did not need to ask him what he was thinking. He has been with him for hundreds of years, after all. He just smiled. After a little while, Licht came back with something in his hand, which he gave to Hyde. It was a sandwich with ham and cheese.

Hyde had his eyes wide open. "What ? You like that, right ? Stop making that face. And could the three of you stop watching me like that? Kranz, for the love of God, please put that camera away!" He blushed and got in the car, followed by Kranz and Gil, and finally Hyde, who gave a last look at the festival. "Well, even if it wasn't always good, that day was kinda awesome." He thought as he bit in the sandwich and got in the car, next to Licht.

Fin~

[taocastleprincess]

inktober for writers // day 4 // spell

He only goes hunting at night. Jay has lived in the row houses across the street from DeLereon College since before they were even row houses, when they were just unconnected frat houses that had the entire block smelling like cheap beer and bad weed. It was such a long while ago that Jay really had no business still being in such close corners with college kids anymore. He had a career, a 401k, his mom just started hounding him about “settling down.” He discreetly pulled back the curtain of his front window and watched the college freshmen pour out of the school’s side gate, dressed in tube tops, mini skirts, and strappy heels, just to get drunk at the shitty bar down the street with the watery vodka and the bad DJ. Harry’s has always been shit, Jay recalls fondly. Its only saving grace is that it’s a DeLereon staple, a rite of passage. Jay huffs then, an unintentional puff of laughter. It also doesn’t hurt, Jay licks his lips and continues to watch pretty girls stream out of DeLereon’s side gate in pairs and trios that’ll disintegrate halfway through the night, that it functions as a candy store.

He’s been doing this for awhile. The first time he did it, it terrified him. What would he do if anyone found out? What if they found his DNA at the scene? Would anyone report her missing? Did anyone see them together? Would being the prematurely balding, middle-aged guy within creepy proximity to a junior college put him on the Suspects List? But days passed. Weeks. Months. And he found the answers to his questions. When they found the body he would keep doing what he had been doing; continuing his average, lackluster life as a mediocre accountant. They won’t find DNA at the scene, whatever the woodland creatures didn’t take care of, the elements would. Parents will report their daughters missing, distraught mothers and angry fathers will call morning, noon, and night once they realize their daughters’ phones have been dead for longer than 48 hours. The school will tell them to wait another two days, don’t worry, they always turn up. Maybe she ran off with some boy at the bar, eloped for a long weekend. She’ll be back. They’ll wait another week before filling out the Missing Persons Report. The University President will sweat bullets, nonstop, for weeks. He’ll have nightmares. He’ll take an official leave of absence. Indefinitely. No one will see Jay with the girl in question. Everyone’s drunk, belligerent, horny, self-absorbed. No one saw anything. And if they did? Well. The vodka shots’ll take care of that. And, no, you won’t ever be on the Suspects List if you steer clear of “those damned fucking millennials” during the day and complain about how much you want out of your shitty neighborhood to any credible person who will listen. Play the role of disgruntled old man with no interest at all in sloppy drunk teen girls with no friends who walk around with dead phones in the middle of the night. The police are incompetent. DeLereon is complicit. The parents are immobilized. The media is uninterested. He’s free to run wild. So he does. Jay continues to watch the girls parade down the street to Harry’s. He never knows exactly what he’s looking for each time. One night he might favor a blonde, another night a girl in a pink dress or one that looks a bit dull. That’s the fun in it all. He doesn’t know until he knows. The girls go by in a never ending cacophony of tipsy shouts, the click-clacking of stiletto heels, and phone ringers marking the arrival of another ‘wya????’ text. They go by and they go by and they go by and Jay hasn’t felt anything yet. Only irritation and the mild arousal hinted at by the tent in his pants. The parade starts slowing down. And then it stops completely. All the girls who are coming out tonight are already out. Jay sucks his teeth and kicks the wall so hard he knows, without looking, that he’s made a dent. Sometimes, rarely, but it happens, his special nights end exactly like this. Frustrated and horny, angry and alone. He punches the wall one good time before stuffing his hand down his pants, stroking himself. He pumps hard, angrily, conjuring an image of the perfect girl for tonight. He wants a girl who absolutely glows. From the inside-out. He’s pumping so hard it hurts. It hurts so good. He wants a bitch who glows with a little more light in her eyes than usual. A bitch with so much light inside her, he’ll be able to see it drain from her eyes, her nose, her pores, and from her neck. From the gash he’ll make with the knife when he slashes her carotid arteries. He wants a bitch who bleeds light and blood and terror. He wants to drown in it all. He sees her as soon as he comes. She’s tall, but skinny, small; he could easily take her out. She’s dark with braids, white-blond highlights complimenting the almost ethereal glow emanating from her skin. He thinks he’s dreaming her at first but she says something. He doesn’t know what. She says it in a different language; she’s on the phone. Maybe she’s an international student. It wouldn’t be the first time one of them got left behind in the hustle and bustle. He smiles. Jay wipes his sticky hands on the inside of his shirt and lets the curtain drop. He’s found Her. He opens his front door and stands in the darkness for awhile while the girl with the braids starts walking in the direction of Harry’s. He always lets them get a head start. He loves a chase. A build up. He can feel himself hardening again. He follows her after a couple minutes. He can’t lose her even if she wanted. The girl glows like a nightlight. Like a big star. A tiny sun. He wonders, again, if he might be hallucinating. He sees her take a left turn. The wrong turn if she’s going to Harry’s, Jay thinks gleefully. The wrong turn down a deserted street. Construction is heavy during the day, but the halfway renovated street is completely empty at night. Dumb bitch. He wonders how long it’ll take her to reali— “Are you going to attack me now?” Her back is still to him but he knows that she’s talking to him. Her voice is thick with an accent he can’t place. “You’re a sloppy piece of shit. I smelled you from a mile away. You fucking stink.” She turns then and he finally gets a good look at her face. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones, full lips, a strong nose, and her eyes... They glow. They’re dark brown and they glow so bright they illuminate the rest of her features in a soft light. He’s so stunned by her otherworldly appearance he doesn’t quite understand what she’s just accused him of. “Are yo— I— ....Excuse me?” She takes a step towards him and, instinctually, his stomach twists with dread. Jay takes a step back. She smiles, phosphorescent eyes menacing. “I said, ‘I’m going to kill you.’” She walks towards him, casually, as if she were only strolling to the restroom. Jay’s mouth runs dry, his stomach clenches. He has to shit. The girl, woman... Thing... Continues steadily walking towards him. She’s such a pretty creature. Perfect, almost. Physically unoffending. Yet... something in him, some evolutionary sixth sense, is telling him he is in danger. Real danger. The kind of danger you don’t escape alive. He dashes down the street the way they came, heart pounding, legs burning, breath stilted. This is the first time he can remember being ungrateful for the lack of working street-lights in the area. This is the first time he can remember feeling... Fear. He hasn’t felt anything like this since The First Time. He’s running. He looks back and he doesn’t see anyone or anything but he still feels eyes on him. He wills his feet to go even faster. All he needs to do is get to safety. A place populated by even one other person. A bar, a drug store, a hospital, maybe, if he’s lucky. He sees it just as his lungs start burning and his legs start wobbling and his adrenaline has decided it has done as much as it can. A bright light leers at him from a distance, just beyond the next block, probably from the high beams of someone’s car, and the promise of an ending to this night propels Jay the rest of the way. Quickly closing in, he realizes the light isn’t coming from any car. Or anything at all. It floats, wraithlike, above his head. Ghostly, soft white light touches everything in sight. Chills shudder through Jay’s body; he lets his bladder go. A long, nasty laugh echoes down the street. It goes on forever. A moment frozen in time. “Big, bad serial killer pissed his pants?” Jay hears the girl, but doesn’t see her. The only thing he can focus on is the spectral light pulsing above him slowly floating within his personal space. “You dish but can’t take?” Another laugh. Another painfully long intermission. “Don’t worry,” the ball of light says, now only inches away from the man’s face. “I’ll take you out of your misery.” The girl materializes, the phantom light slowly forming her human-like shape and filling out her finer features. Jay thinks about running again, making a final last ditch attempt but, as he looks into the eyes of the girl he sees that it would be pointless. In the glow of those beautifully wicked eyes he sees bloodlust. Desire. Hunger. He knows. He’s it, tonight. Obayifo slashes Jay’s throat open with her pinky nail. His body convulses as blood sprays from the gash in his neck. It splatters against her long, Black neck and her slender chest. She shivers with pleasure as she watches the man bleed out and crumple to the street. She wipes her hand against her neck, smearing her hand in all his gore, and licks it clean. He tastes absolutely fucking disgusting. An absolute waste of a meal. She looks down to watch the man’s now lifeless body twitch. His face is frozen in an expression of terror. Eyes wide and crazed and dead. Dead. Obayifo belts out another long, demonic laugh. She’s got to get out of here. The sun will be out soon and she has other humans to really feed on or she’ll starve all day. She only goes hunting at night.

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A/N: An ‘Obayifo’ is a vampire-witch of Ghanian (specifically Ashanti) origin. In Ashanti origin, obayifo are very common and inhabit the bodies of ordinary people by possessing them with the ghostly, unnatural light that they emit from their bodies. They have the ability to travel as balls of light, which is usually how they draw their victims in. They suck blood from their victims from the inside-out.

I’ve taken some liberties with the folklore, obviously, as Obayifo did not inhabit Jay’s body and elected to drink from him the more commonly known way. I also didn’t (outright) show her having any witchy abilities... but... it still meets the qualifications for me!! lol, thanks for reading!

[measuringlife]

My Summer of Shit

What this doesn’t full capture are the 80+ hour work weeks, that really started in March and didn’t let up until this week. Some of it was expected, some of it was an anomaly, some of it was a series of unfortunate events. This also doesn’t capture all the tears - I don’t think I’ve cried this much in my whole collective life as I’ve cried these past few months. 

TL;DR version: This summer fucking sucked. I tried too hard once again to be a superstar. I did a hellava job, but at all cost. I think I finally learned that the end does not justify the means and that following the motto “whatever it takes” which has been drilled into me for years is bad advice. Also, home renovations suck to live through and pay for, now I just further feel like the things I own, own me - but at least unlike my job, I’m being owned by something pretty, useful, and designed by me!

Oh and we’ve made zero actual wedding plans and if one more person asks me I’m going to flip my shit because when could I have possibly found the time between the 80+ work weeks, crushing work stress, insomnia, home renovations, dog health scares, and working on my G-D own well-being.

Full scoop after the break

May: Mid-May is basically where I left you (and Weight Watchers tracking). During the second half of May I welcomed and on-boarded 1 new full-time staff member and 3 graduate interns (each on seperate days because, of course). Also, it was the final rush towards preparing for our 20 person student staff training and summer large scale programming. I secured a loan for home improvements and we started bathroom demo and remodeling with a contractor (I researched and met with many the 6 weeks prior to the project beginning). Attended wedding 1 of 3 of the summer. Oh and my car died like 2 miles from home in the rain, but it was revived for like $1500. 

June: Full sprint of summer student staff retreat and training for 2 weeks, along with making sure all my summer program ducks were in a row for our first of 6 sessions which kicked off 6/19. Some major personal life drama I don’t want to get into (yes even here, I can’t). I was in a Friday wedding which required 2 days off work, but it was lovely and then had another wedding the following Friday (yeesh these Friday weddings are killing me, I had to skip one this month and have another in October). Ran 4 our of 6 summer sessions, while dealing some a lot of team dynamics and a very immature student staff - probably the worst I’ve had in all my 16 years doing what I do. Bathroom remodel wrapped in early followed by kitchen demo and remodel (and allllllll the choices that come with it, project got delayed 2 weeks because I had a last minute change of heart for the backsplash which required ordering new materials, but it was ultimately worth it), however living without a kitchen and in a construction zone was hard. 

July: I was in BAD shape at this point, I was even down to the high 180s due to stress and lack of appetite. We skipped a 4th of July trip to NYC in order to have a brief staycation. Made an appointment with a counselor at work to help me begin to manage all the stress and emotions (I never put myself first). I ran my last 2 summer events. I went to my first Adult Children of Alcoholics meeting (and have continued to go weekly so far). I tried to get on top of the workload and somewhat ahead since I had my vacation planned. my dog Fred has some MAJOR health issues which cost me a lot of money, stress, and tears. He’s okay now, but he’s going to be 10 so it’s just managing meds, diet, behavior, etc. Left for a week at the Outer Banks, Duck specifically, on 7/30 and stayed the week. 

August: The beach was perfection. We had a cute house a 5-minute walk from the beach, I could still hear and smell the ocean from the porches/decks. The house I picked (way back in Feb) was pet-friendly and the plan was to bring Fred all along, thank goodness because I wouldn’t have been able to leave him given his health scare. I limited my screen times, never checked work email, did yoga a few times and week and tried to relax. Oh and I rang in my 34th birthday was I was there - with little to no fanfare, but I wasn’t in the mood this year. I gave myself an extra day off after the beach before returning to work. The kitchen got finished right before we left so we got to put everything away and start to settle into it. Jumped back into a lot of work stress, but the finish line was in sight. Last week was non-stop events and programs, but it all went well. I even got an email of recognition from my new university President’s private email account which I will treasure. My programs directly served almost 1,900 students and 1,400 parents/family members. My staff included 20 students, 3 head students, 3 grad interns, 1 assistant director and me. I was leading everyone and I’ve only been here just over a year, so it was the blind leading the blind at times which also was very stressful. 

In summary

I had to face some of my inner demons and scars - some of which I didn’t even know we there until recently. I need to make myself and my happiness a priority because no matter how hard I work at something outside of myself, I’m not going to be truly happy unless I do the internal work. There is always going to be to-do lists, there is always going to be pressure, there is always going to be unanswered emails, and trying to conquer it all to prove I’m  a “good little employee” is not going to make me feel any of the self-worth I’ve apparently been chasing my whole life (this was a recent a-ha moment too and one I share with other Adult Children of Alcoholics).

So I need to set work boundaries -  not work more than the 35 hours I’m getting paid for, I need to not check e-mail when I’m off the clock, I need to take my lunch hour. I need to go to fitness classes and write both here and in my paper journal. I need to dig into the parts of myself that I’ve pushed down for years and face some stuff head on in hopes to get past it. 

This summer almost broke me on many levels and I certainly feel broken, but to quote John Mayer “I’m in repair, I’m not together, but I’m getting there…” 

[mangleschmidt]

Alternative Magic (Fnaf Fanfiction)

This will be a little bit rusty beause I'm still learning in writing stories. Key word, writing. (Fking hell, I accidentally pressed cancel and all the damn progress are fking gone and now I have copy paste this shit to the notes then to tumblr, kill me, I'm tried) I can make stories and aus (if you ask me, there are probably hundreds of it, both old and new) but not best at writing. Okey, here we go. Have a short story. I made this at the night in my place. And btw, Mike is pretty chill here because magic. It's about the world where magic exist like you see in televisions and movies because there are already some magic shit, scientific or not, happen in Freddy's. But magic can only be obtain by highest and responsible officials, the president and some few very special people. There are most likely few but well known people with it in the world. Mike is one of the special but it's unknown how and why. At the very young age, after that fateful day, he suddenly has one. He never had one before. Was it someone else who is also gifted or was it God himself? The answer is probably here. ---------- "Okay. *breaths out* All I need is to relax. We need to get this magic going. I don't know what will happen but hope this would work." Mike held out his hand and point it at a dummy on the wall. Faith watch as a ball of fire starts to form from the end Mike. Suddenly, the fire starts to get a little bit off the hook and Mike starts tossing around, making the objects the fire touch start to burn in flames. Faith facepalm. "This is worse than I thought," she bluntly say. She flew through the walls to get a fire extinguisher, leaving Mike running around, screaming at the top of his lungs and crying for help as the flames grew even more bigger. From the bottom of the floor he's in, Doll heard Mike screaming. She widen her eyes and was about to aid but was stop by Faith. "Miss Doll, I got this," she spoke, holding the fire extinguisher like a shotgun. She just arrive in time to witness the ball of fire exploding on Mike's face. It's hilarious to watch. She start extinguishing the whole room, which is on fire. She look at Mike, unamused. Mike sheepishly smile with white foam covering all over him. -Moments later- Doll start curing Mike's burns with hearing silent screams and pain and kissing. "Ow" Mike groan. "Hold still Mikey," Doll commanded. Faith look at dork-ish couple making weet moments and lightly sigh. "I wish this will like be our relationship if we were alive," she silently whispers, carrying the empty bucket and put in a proper place. Mike, having some inner fox/bunny ears, heard Faith and silently approaches after Doll's done with his burns. "Who is this, special someone hmm?" He appeared out of nowhere with a lenny face causing Faith to scream and slap him with the bucket. He fell down with a thud and rub his cheek, because he deserve it anyways. "What happen?" Doll ask, peeking out. "Nothing, I just... Slipped," Mike lied. "Okaaaaayyyyyy," Doll squinted at Mike and slowly slid off from the two people/human and ghost's view. Faith look at Mike and shake her head. "I'm not healing that, and no, I don't have a ghost boyfriend,"she lightly growl. Mike look at her and sigh. "Yeah, I deserve that and I believe you,"Mike said, rubbing his hand behind his back neck. They both sigh and sit next to each other against the wall. After a few minutes, Faith started up a conversation. "You have a shift, you know," Faith reminded. "Yeah I know. But... Something seems a little bit too odd last night" Mike said, looking at the kitchen window above them. "Why is that?" "Like, I suddenly see auras around the animtronics of Fuckboy's. The strongest ones are in the old ones and that rag doll. Dunno why but I also think my magic is developing the more I go there. And it's reaching beyond my limit and knowledge. That's all I can notice, don't fucking judge me if there's something wrong what I just said." Faith touched her lip with her finger and start tapping it. "I know but I think everything will be just fine and normal like any other night." -Few hours later- "I was actually wrong,"Faith look at a massive monster in Freddy's who look like a combination of Rotten Golden Freddy suit, zombies and Springtrap. Jeremy start trembling on his knee caps while Mike looked horrified and about to puke by its disgusting look. Faith cringe at it as it start devouring... Animals. And this made Mike pissed but was hold back by Faith and Jeremy. The massive monster look at the trio on its huge eyeball and start bashing its head on the protective shield of Freddy's "WHY THE FUCK IS THAT THING HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Mike yelled. The bashing made the earth beneath Freddy's start like an earthquake which made the two adults collapsed. "That thing is a Glu. It's a magic and a hunger monster. Which means you can't kill it without magic. It's made by the gluttonous wizard, more like from, the stomach of the wizard. Its appetite is animals and sometimes people, but its favorite course are people with magic, like Mike. So yeah, kill it with the magic of its opposing virtue," Faith said. "You're not helping with the animal part and me being its main course," Mike said. It roared and broke the roof and ceilng. "D-do you think b-boss will fire us?"Jeremy ask, ready to run. "No. It's obviously not our damn faults in the first place, so why the fuck would he do that without getting us payed? Run." The chase began. The pizzeria seem to more bigger after its renovation, combining the two restaurants, both old new, which give Mike, Jeremy and Faith enough to run/fly. It seems like the stupid pizzeria didn't remove the protection for the trio to get out. They accidentally bumped into the older animatronics and ask them for help, well mostly Jeremy. They seem to accept the help and then... They, except Foxy, suddenly show their inner magic and start casting curses and spell which made Mike ask how... While Jeremy look at them in awe and thinking about naruto and Jojo's adventure thing. But it seems it didn't work. Freddy silently growl and huff. "Why? And how?" he question the fact that the Glu hasn't fallen down. "Use the magic of gluttony's opposing virtue, idiot," Foxy said and walk at the monster with a serious face and when the Glu look at the animatronic, he got the feeling of being punch in the guts. And it just made a massive crater on the stomach and Glu flew through the buildings but it still didn't gave up. It takes it time to stand up. But how did he do that, Mike thought. If Foxy has great power and he sense it, why is his aura... Always dark, sad, small and gloomy. So Mike asked but Foxy cut him off. "Are you going to ask why my aura is small? It's because of my grief and depression. The magic in ours can only hold anger and happiness due to anger of the spirits and the happiness when we sing our songs. The magic will not disappear *Roar from the Glu* but it will find a host that is capable. And it found you," Foxy said and playfully pinches Mike's cheek. "My Dearest Little Sunshine" (Violet's 'Dearest Little Angel' (Vengeful Demon Child) yeah) Everyone awed. Mike slapped Foxy's hand and blush which caused Foxy to laugh. "You almost had half of mine," Foxy said, showing fainter aura around. Mike closed the hand and shake his head. "Stop. You had enough and did you said 'half of your power'? What's with the other half?," Mike ask. "Okay," Foxy said and was interrupted by the Glu roaring. "Faith isn't the only one who help you live on. I did my part. And in order to at least, s-save yo-you from th-the hands of death-" "Coyote, you're hurting yourself inside by remembering and using very powerful words. You're crying. Please don't continue-" "-I had to at-at least, give up half of my magic that was actua-ally meant for me... But I don't care, you need it more than me-" "You're gonna make me cry like a baby, stop-" "-and it's my fault-" "No, it's actually mine." "-so I have to pay the price." Roar from the Glu has alarmed the gang that it's coming. Mike put his hand on Foxy's shoulder. "I kinda give the price to you back because I really need an instructor. After all, it was yours, not mine. What do ya say, savvy?" Foxy look at Mike, disbelief. He smile and nod. "Of course I will teach ye, me first mate," he chuckle. "Why? It's the worst," Violet complained. "Won't you spend time with me???" Faith ask, doing the lenny face which made Violet blush, ghost blush. "Hey, dorkies. You comin' or what?" Chica ask. "To kick this thick ass." "I don't know what spell!!!" Freddy scream. "I fking told you, use the damn spell of chastity. Do you know how to read a fking book, FAZFUCK?!" Foxy growl. "I hate to break it to you, he doesn't know. Right Fazshit?" "Okey, you both are mean."